First of all, I must be up front and admit that this is a biased review. How could it not be? After all, it is my honor to have written the foreword for this book.
I met Oliver Andresen in early 2002 at a meeting of the Northwest Writers Club, an organization of Chicago suburban writers that I had joined about a year earlier. Oliver attended the meeting just to see what we were all about, and since all new members and visitors are asked to tell the group a little about themselves, he did so. I was so fascinated by his dry wit and charm that I phoned him the next day to ask if he would have lunch with me. He graciously accepted and we have been getting together for lunch and conversation regularly ever since.
The better I know him, the more impressed I am by his lively imagination and thirst for knowledge. In 1998, at the age of 76, he came out of retirement to write a popular bi-weekly column, Senior Scene, for the Daily Herald, Illinois' third-largest newspaper. His original, creative and absorbing take on the world we live in earned his column a large and loyal following for the next five years.
After almost a year of lunching together, Oliver finally told me about his book. He had written it more than 16 years earlier, he said, and the manuscript had been in his refrigerator ever since "to protect it from tornados." When he asked me to read it and let him know what I thought of it, I was only too happy to oblige. Reading it utterly blew me away. Here was a side of Oliver I had not seen. This distinguished, dignified retired college professor with a Doctor of Philosophy degree from the University of Chicago was also a delightfully dirty old man.
Oliver Andresen is the most interesting and lovable old codger I have ever known. Since not everyone can share my good fortune of meeting him personally, this book is the next best thing. It offers a wonderful insight into the warm, self-effacing, extraordinary person that he is. I will say no more. The book speaks for itself. Read and enjoy.