"Welcome to Spit Toon's Saloon, where the humor's wry, the wine dry, and our tears the cry of laughter."
THE FAMILY TOON
In a matter of seconds, in a previous century, an immigration officer at Ellis Island shortened the family name of my grandfather from Tonacchio to Toon and — voilá — I lost a part of me before I was me. And that is why I have always believed that I have been dancing to a different tune all my life.
The word is that the best way to enjoy them is to kindle a fire in a comfortable nook in your i-pad, some wine sip, and between the covers slip.
Hi, I'm Clink, the mascot of the saloon.
One of my duties is to about this book croon.
So, just between you and me
and as someone who has barked up more than one wrong tree,
here's the way this book I see:
As the great American novel it may fall short,