We rushed to the bank to get our closing funds. Then we rushed toward the title company to sign our documents. While en route I got another call, it was my real estate agent again. We would not be able to close today, the title company didn’t have time for us. I thought he was kidding. Literally I smiled and said, “stop it.”

He was not kidding.

So for the past two years, I’ve been looking for the right stage and the right players. I still hear the voices of those that called me a lifer echoing in my head (probably because they still tell me, though now with an “I told you so” tone) and that’s probably why I’ve spent so much time and effort exhaustively searching both inside and outside the company for jobs. In the end, it seems I cannot avoid my destiny.

I’m not a doctor, so I can’t tell you exactly what was going on. What I can tell you is there was an unconscious patient on an operating table covered with sheets…except for a flacid penis sticking up through the sheets.

Since publishing Not Quite There as an eBook, I've gotten a lot of questions about how to buy it and, more importantly, how to access it for reading. You can always find out where to buy the book by visiting http://notquitethere.theroadscholars.com

For you old-schoolers out there, the bad news is that there is currently no print edition available. The good news is that there will be--we're just not quite there. In the meantime, here are a few different ways to buy and read Not Quite There.

I actually wrote a book eight years ago based on my Road Scholars updates from 1999 through 2003. For a bunch of reasons--many of them silly--I never did anything with it. All these years though, in the back of my head, I heard your voices. Since the very first updates you have told me I "missed my calling."  You told me to "write a book." You have asked me "is it ready yet?" Yes it is. Here's how it happened.