The Discombobulated Development of a CPA-ABRIDGED
A Memoir
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No child plops out of the womb wearing a green eyeshade, demanding to have a pocket protector attached to his first diaper, or astounding his parents by expressing a first word that sounds dangerously close to "depreciation." Nevertheless a certain percentage of newborns ultimately make it into adulthood with the initials CPA following their given names, having mastered the manipulation of debits and credits so critical to the accounting profession. This memoir examines the adventures and misadventures of one such lad who did become a CPA, although his discombobulated development defies the lo...
No child plops out of the womb wearing a green eyeshade, demanding to have a pocket protector attached to his first diaper, or astounding his parents by expressing a first word that sounds dangerously close to "depreciation." Nevertheless a certain percentage of newborns ultimately make it into adulthood with the initials CPA following their given names, having mastered the manipulation of debits and credits so critical to the accounting profession. This memoir examines the adventures and misadventures of one such lad who did become a CPA, although his discombobulated development defies the logic of such an outcome. His whimsical, self-deprecating recollection runs the gamut from growing up in western Montana, including a detailed description of a dubious, disinterested and defiant dog deserting a downed duck (Duh!); to working five summers in Yellowstone Park in which the governing guru of a gang of grouchy grizzlies grumbles about grievances against government guys (Good Grief!); and on to serving a stint in the Navy, wherein the writer is (for those of you with an "F-word fetish") forced to function as the forcible filter to forestall the furor from failing to fend off face-flushing fiascos following flamboyant and fascinating, but forbidden, frivolous flashing of fetching frontal feminine flesh (Far Out!). To quote the writer's younger daughter-in-law, Kimberly, as she looked lovingly (with a sly grin) at her husband, after having scanned some early excerpts from the book, "Well, that explains a lot." With the benefit of backward looking binoculars, Cooper focuses upon an element of humor in nearly every recollection. Selective examples progress from a grade school age engineering project doomed to failure for its inability to defy gravity; to learning of Newton's Third Law of Motion first hand the hard way in high school; and proceeding through to Navy life, complete with an enterprising entertainer, lots of leftover lobster, an abbreviated Broa
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