My dear friend -- the beautiful and intelligent Trish Starner -- called me on Friday to tell me that she was waiting on line at the book store in Minnesota to purchase From Schlub to Stud! (Yes, it made it to the Midwest.)
And as she was looking over the book she saw the back.
"Wait a minute," Trish says. "Isn't Arthur Schwartz your godfather?"
Uh...
"You got your godfather to give you the blurb for the back of your book?"
Uh...
"Now that's schlubby!"
