Joe and the Vinegar Pissers [Kindle Edition]

Waldo Tomosky (Author), Christopher Tomosky (Illustrator)

Book Description

A prepubescent boy frolics through life while terrorizing his parents, grandparents and the local fire chief. The only things that appear to hold him in awe are the banks of a river, several garbage dumps and New York City’s Grand Central Station.

His love of life and the excitement of discovery, although bordering on the felonious, are riddled with laughter, terror and a bit of sadness. All of this appears to set fire to his enthusiasm (and a few other things) as he experiences a variety of environments and locations.

Whether he is in upstate New York, the coal districts of Pennsylvania or the Bronx, he passionately shares his experiences with the reader.

Join him as he finds joy in all the havoc that he creates.

Product Details

• File Size: 1512 KB
• Print Length: 209 pages
• Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
• Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
• Language: English
• ASIN: B0059W29N0
• Text-to-Speech: Enabled
• X-Ray: Not Enabled
• Lending: Enabled
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,338,918 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)

More About the Author

No common thread binds my work together. This should shame me, but it does not.

Allow me to make a few statements about my youth and later life. They are irrelevant at this moment. However, the picture will become clear very quickly.

As a young boy I spent my time on the river banks and gravel pits. I was attracted to any unique stone that I spied. I am not speaking of pretty or brilliant stones. I speak of stones that are different than most. Some had spots, others where layered in various colors, a few had a depth of history and they all appeared to gain in their attributes when sprinkled with water.

I have worked as a laborer, tool and die maker, programmer, educator and system analyst. My favorite locations are the Adirondack Mountains, Puerto Rico and Germany. I have two favorite rivers; one for my youth and another when I matured.

I closed out my life of labor as a licensed amateur Paleontologist, a shovel bum working in an archaeology department and a delivery driver for a four county library system in upstate New York.

As an adult I continued being attracted to the unique. These were not the stones of my youth. These were unique personalities and events. They had depth, breadth, integrity and appeared to gain in their attributes when sprinkled with fiction. My mind, unconsciously, collected them.

I placed these tales on the window sill next to my prized stones. Nothing happened to the stones. The tales, however, appeared to combine and change. Some became laced with horror, others with philosophy. What surprised me were those that I became emotionally involved in. As a laborer I could not foresee literary fiction or essay. And how was I to know that there were two faces of religion? Was this my deepest burden?

No. My deepest burden was to know that I would start out a sentence with the word "and." This did not keep me from writing in the manner that I wished, despite all the advice that I was tortured with. I believe my style and the unique way I look upon life will bring you to tears of laughter, joy, sorrow and wonderment; most of it basted in allusion and eerieness.