EVERY TOWN NEEDS A CASTLE: Especially When Built of Recycled Junk and Spunk

How does relentlessly and certifiably cementing together collapsed freeways, splintering telephone polls, riverbed rocks, discarded Feather River mineshaft beams, neighbors’ ketchup bottles, and junk become a book about leadership, wisdom, and ethics? Is this a phunny or serious book? Is it an old-fashioned template, camouflaged by stunts, whimsy, adventures, and childish beliefs that grows bigger, wiser people? Can pulling callous-building ropes, wrestling with thingamajigs, and raising ba...