Burt Harris

Eighty-Five Halloweens Burt Harris

"My shrink, Dr. Geisenberg, died recently. I found out through a note from his wife. I don't know how he died; his wife didn't say. Personally, I think he exploded." Thus begins this engaging memoir, depicting the quirky observations of an older man as he looks back at his life's adventures and at life in general. Sprinkled with humor, flavored with wry commentary, and seasoned with poignancy, the tales are embellished with a few fantasies so outlandish they somehow make sense. Follow the author's story from the Great Depression through college, wartime, courtship, two marriages, three eerily identical dogs, and a dozen careers. Through it all, the enigmatic Dr. Geisenberg absorbs the author's doubts, struggles, and dilemmas. When the good Doc finally explodes, scattering all the accumulated troubles like papers from an airplane, the author is compelled to gather and print them in this volume. ABOUT THE AUTHOR Burt Harris was born many, many years ago on Halloween night. It was the perfect moment for him to enter a weird world populated by eccentrics and misfits. He has been writing their tales for the past thirty years, and his stories have been published in the San Francisco Chronicle and the Monterey Herald. He lives in Carmel, California with his wife, Pamela, and their dog, Brutus IV. Burt says, "I write for pleasure and for the occasional shock of revelation when my writing uncovers a personal secret I've been keeping from myself. "My therapist saved my sanity and my life. For many years, my psychologist and I worked and laughed together about marriages and business and life and people. He was also responsible for my success in business; he forced me to make enough money to support us both."