The country might be going to hell in a hand-basket, but don’t close the garage doors and sit there with the engine running until you read this collection of sardonic, off-the-wall pieces on modern life by one of America’s best humorists. Described as another Dave Barry, only with a lot less going for him, Baltimore Sun columnist Kevin Cowherd sizzles as he tackles such loopy subjects as: -Larry King’s interview with God (El Paso, Texas, you’re on the air with the Almighty… -Fine dining at a 7-Eleven at 2 a.m. (Moving briskly past the Test-Your-Blood-Pressure machine and the Hormel chili section, we arrive at the rack of Slim Jims.)-$20 million lottery winners who insist on keeping their jobs (Oh yeah, I’ll be back at Mr. Tire first thing in the morning.)-The joys of backyard wiffleball (Wiffleball is for anyone willing to shrug off a full speed collision with a tool shed and six months of subsequent blackouts just to snare a grounder up the middle.)-Thanksgiving dinner with Howard Stern (Yo, sweetie, pass the cranberry sauce. What are you, stupid? Only a friggin’ moron would pass the mashed potatoes when I asked for the cranberry sauce.)-Modest people looking for love in the personals (5-foot-9 guy with spare tire, bags under his eyes, not much of a chin, looks like your grocer, seeks woman.).