Naugahide Days

<P>So <P>gentle reader open up this book pick out a tale at random doesn't matter <P>which and put your feet up on the old swaybacked sofa in this ancient <P>tumbledown rose cottage at the end of the sandy lane. Listen. Outside the <P>window a summer nor'easter is brewing. The wind finds a shrill banshee <P>voice. It rattles the shingles and mists hard chill raindrops off the grey <P>slop dancing out in the harbor...Listen. Thomas Woodbriar's calm baritone <P>introduces you to his world this tiny crescent of sanddune and beach plum <P>and cobblestone such a sweetly mad tempest in a cracked old teapot this <P>Naugahide that he knows so intimately... (From the introduction by Phil <P>Laughing Crow Austin)</P>