A Woman Between Worlds 27
My Terrorist Experience 67
My Unique Heritage 87
A Much More Deadly Strain 95
She Sings Me to Sleep with Laughter 99
The Adventures of Alarm Man 107
Five Minutes at my Friend’s Wedding 123
Father’s Day 163
The Viking Ship 177
The Boys Club 189
The Dinner Meeting 219
Afterword and Acknowledgments 255
This is a hard cover, 264 page book.
“Trust me folks. You will want to get your hands on Don’s new book as soon as you can. I would have got through it faster, but I kept reading passages out loud to wife, and then my children, and then anybody else who would listen. This is special!” – Matt Watroba
“I knew this book was going to be a pack of lies as soon as I saw the title because my brother was a D student.” – Don’s brother Michael White
I love books. I love reading. Over the years I’ve recommended a lot of books I’ve loved to a lot of people in my life. And although I loved reading `Memoirs of a C Student’, I’m not going to recommend it to my friends and family; I’m going to buy them all a copy for Christmas this year.” – Jon Svetkey
I expected to enjoy `Memoirs of a C Student’. I wasn’t prepared for the effect it would have on me. At work, a character or story line would pop into my head – and I’d realize it was Don’s. Weeks later, as I romp through a novel or biography, an image will emerge and I’ll try to place it in context – then discover it’s Don’s book echoing over the book in my hands!” – Richard H. Fox
From Don ~
I started writing this book in 2001. I had just gone part-time at my day job and had two days a week where I could write in the morning. I thought it would be done in a year. By year three I had learned so much about writing that I felt obliged to go back and re-write everything I had composed in years one and two. Being an astute observer of ridiculous trends, I eventually realized that this was a pattern that, if allowed to grow roots, would guarantee that my book would never be finished.
There were times that I felt buried alive beneath the weight of writing this book. During those times (and there were many of them) I would picture a woman who had just put her children to bed after a long day that included eight hours at a job and another four or five hours tending to those responsibilities that await her at home after work. I would envision her settling into the comfort of her favorite chair, turning on a small lamp, opening my book and giving to me the one single hour that her day had allowed her to use at her own discretion.
How precious is that hour? The competition for that hour of a person’s time is extremely intense The thought that someone might consider giving that hour to my book always gave me the boost and the determination I needed to finish individual stories and to force myself not to settle for anything less than the quality of writing that I would want in return for my day’s only free hour.
Now, I am aware that men read books. I am also aware that people read books at the bus stop, on the subway, and in noisy cafes. But I found that those images (hairy man, crowded subway) were a lot less effective motivators for me.
In any case, the thing is done and I am very proud of it. I hope you like it.