Found this on the back of an old paperback book published in 1949. In describing himself, the author writes: “Yes, I have actually mined coal, and distilled liquor,
as well as seen a girl in a pink dress, and seen her take it off. I am 54 years old, weigh 220 pounds, and look like the chief dispatcher of a long-distance hauling concern. I am a registered Democrat. I drink.”Don’t know that you would find a brief author write up in the back of a book quite so colorful today.
I found this book at a local used book shop called Central Street Books. The original price was 50 cents, but I paid $4, and that was primarily because I liked the brief author autobiography on the back.

So if you were to write one in a similar fashion, what would it say?
Oh, probably something like: “Though lost in the cosmos without a compass, I have nonetheless managed to find my way into middle age. As to what I will do now that I am here is still a matter of speculation. I often seek guidance from my youthful daughter as I alternately approach and retreat from the slow expansion of his waistline and the slow collapse of Western Civilization as I know it. I hope the two will reach a libration (or libation) point and I will creep into old age with some dignity and clothes intact.”