The winner of the survival/prep/adventure book contest, that is: It’s T.F., who lost his home and all his possessions to a forfeiture action, and has been rebuilding his life and library.
I received a wealth of impressive book-contest entries. You guys made your cases well — eloquently, persuasively, factually, with humor, “gud speling,” and in one case even with a limerick. One clever soul wrote a generally very strong entry (one of the top three), then noted that in addition to eloquence and reason, he was adding ass-kissing, just in case. He didn’t win, but I appreciated his thoroughness. 😉
The entries were so good I’d have have loved to split the prize. But T.F won the day and the entire box of books (and DVD).
Thank you all for taking the time make your submissions and doing such a great job.
I apologize for being a week late on the announcement. I’m still not quite back among the living, but I’m getting there.
Ava’s back home. I picked her up this morning, but I was so out of it that Furrydoc’s office manager had to lead me step-by-step through the incredibly looooong, commmmmmmplicated, intellectually challenging process of running my debit card through their machine. Even then I ended sticking the signed copy of the receipt into my pocket instead of handing to her. She had to grab it back from me while I stood there looking stupid — though not as stupid as I felt.
I drove home verrrrry carefully after giving Ava a good, though short, romp through a big open field. And that’s it for effort for today.