Like a casualty of the Salem witch trials, the Sandwich Generation is feeling squeezed to death. C R Yeager skewers a kebab of aggravations in this satirical celebration of mid-life -- ranging from childhood legacy to the marital dynamic, fashion victimhood, and the not-so-simple art of living on a slab. Written with a dyslexic's appreciation of the absurd, this is a cracked valentine to the process of surviving the inevitable