In the late 1960s, when I was living at the Sherwood Hotel on Nicollet Island. Nice place. It had hot and cold running cockroaches and the beds were actually the back seats of old Buicks. But it was a place where a man could do so some serious thinking, and it was the ideal setting for me to produce my first novel. the title of which is unprintable in this rag. They made a movie out of it, but it’s available only in 8 millimeter.
-Dallas Brooks
Minneapolis Tribune- April 4th, 1981
