PRAISE FOR LEWIS GRIZZARD

“So this is what’s happened to the South since William Faulkner left! Lewis Grizzard, a great American, gives us the best collection of stories about a mother’s love, ...

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PRAISE FOR LEWIS GRIZZARD

“So this is what’s happened to the South since William Faulkner left! Lewis Grizzard, a great American, gives us the best collection of stories about a mother’s love, old folks, railroad trains, going home, and the No-Name Bar in Willacoochee, Georgia.”
- The Chicago Sun-Times

“If you’ve ever owned a truck, a good dog, or had to kiss a good woman good-bye, you need to be reading Lewis Grizzard.”
- United Press International

“Funny and touching ... Grizzard disperses common wisdom, common humor and common sense. Common to all of us.”
- Atlanta Journal-Constitution

“[A] TRIED AND TRUE SOURCE OF LAUGHTER...Readers will find some of his humor wry, some wistful, some sly, some indignant. But reading his comments is like having a chat with an old friend, with intervals of belly laughs.”
- Richmond Times-Dispatch

“Grizzard can make you laugh from the belly and a moment later you will suddenly get misty ... one way or another, his writing will touch you.”
- The San Diego Union-Tribune

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New York Times bestselling author and humorist Lewis Grizzard, self-proclaimed "true son of the red clay whose granddaddy once owned the egg-suckingest dog in Coweta County," leads us on a warm, sensitive, and very funny journey through the soul of his beloved South in his first published book, Kathy Sue Loudermilk, I Love You.

This was Grizzard's first published book and returns to print in eBook format after being out of print for more than 25 years.

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