Review: Bear Bitten Noses
Rating: 5 out of 5
Date: 09 20, 2011
"Why does every cave I poke my nose into contain a bear?" PI John Rockne, in one way or another, asks himself this question constantly. You'd think a guy who knows he's not as smart as the bad guys -- of which there are several -- or as scary as one of the really, really, capital "B," for BAD guys or as talented as several of the other people he keeps bumping into -- usually by way of a fist in the face, a table saw going full tilt boogie, an ice-cold lake a million miles from nowhere and a thousand feet down, to name a few. (Okay, a lake isn't a bad guy . . . unless it's doing its level best to kill you. Which it is) -- you'd think a guy like that would just run away from everything that looks like a cave or a bear or a lake or ... But, no. John just keeps pushing his beak into caves and keeps being surprised when YET ANOTHER large, furry, ticked off, Ursus Horribilis tries to forcefully remove his proboscis, again. The thing about it is. The thing the smarter, scarier, big sisterly-er, outright dangerous-er folks don't know is: They. Don't. Stand. A. Chance!Why? Because, as long as there are caves and as long as there are bears there will be John Rockne and that darned old beak of his poking into their bidness until they all come to no good end.(except this one bear who might still be out there. and that's one scary thought to think).Meantime, enjoy the ride, the bears, John's battered schnozolla and some of the most gorgeous descriptions of guitars you've ever read. Like Dean Martin crooned: That's Amore --  Dani Amore. Yeah, she's for real.