In this enormously appealing implied autobiography', Ed McClanahan has assembled a gathering of stories that are both quirky and cutting, all told in the inimitably Southern voice that made him one of his generation's best chroniclers of American life. McClanahan launches his tale in 1950, the year he turned 17 and had his 'Personal Best Great Moment' - one that involved Lucky Strikes, a Tony Curtis forelock, a pretty girl named Bernice and several raw eggs. From there, McClanahan is off and running.'