George Norton had me laughing from the first page. He begins his book by telling about his mother and grandmother giving him a bath. He shares the joy of changing his son's diaper and getting hit in the face with a stream of urine. Norton continues telling stories on himself. How he put a broom handle in a girl's mouth (strange). The story of playing doctor was hilarious. Like George, I grew up in a much more innocent time. Parents were not afraid to “drop us off” somewhere. We played on the railroad tracks. Boys, who I will not mention by name, peed out the upstairs window and killed all their mother’s flowers. George is right. Things certainly have changed. We need back ground checks to keep the nursery at church or to work with any children. I’m not disagreeing with the need; I’m just saddened by it. George speaks with profound wisdom. He throws in scripture at just the right spots. He shares the meaning of happiness and true joy. I Stole the Turtle and The Octave Rule is an odd title for a book. It grabbed my attention. I Stole the Turtle and The Octave Rule will make you laugh a lot and ponder a lot. Well done, Mr. Norton. | 
