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.