It has been nearly 38 years.

Thirty-eight years since my version of the Triple Lindy.

My Triple Lindy was not a fictional swimming dive that involves launching off a diving board, then launching off three spring boards, in succession, before entering the water.

Mine was launching off a bike, crashing head first into a car's windshield, rolling off the hood, before landing on the hot black pavement.

It's been nearly 1 month.

One month since I released the first edition of the book that launched my career as an author.

"Love Is the Strongest Medicine."

And what a long strange 38 years it's been.

From the brink of death a book was born.