This book is a semibiographical novel of the Pizzutos, a unique and funny couple from Mamaroneck, New York. It recalls their lives and how close they always were in physical proximity from each other, until destiny united them in 1980.

They side swiped each other at the fork of destiny’s road and fused into the Pizzutos.

Hysterically comical in parts, this book evolves into many separate recollections of what actually happened to them since they moved into the home that they resided in for the last thirty years.

As destiny would have it, they were childless. The two cats in this book can be found buried in the backyard alongside another cat called Goldie and other pets, including goldfish and other critters.

All the names have been changed, but all their relatives know who they are. Lots of laughs.

This book is basically a sequel to the author’s last novel called Little Jimmy. Anyhow, it has all the flavors of very odd situational comedy, embedded in nonconventional spirituality.

In addition, it reveals how destiny has its way with us all.

Read it by candlelight, preferably on a rocking chair in front of a lit fireplace. If one does not have a fireplace, they can tuck themselves in bed, read themselves to sleep, and begin to dream dreams just like the Pizzutos did.

If one likes to laugh and still enjoys a good easy read, this novel contains both qualities!