A collection of older Little Rock Hash House Harriers, led by Reverend Bob and a handful of stereotypical literary scholars—overweight, balding, gray-haired men with beards—were at Rock's door in Levy to tell him they had examined his writings and said it was clear his work was superior to all of the others they found in his house.
At first, Rock was pleased. There were greats works of contemporary literature in each of his bookcases, several hundred at least, and he thought they were included in the count.
Rock later learned from Bob his work had only been compared to those of his cat Jo's.
"You're telling me these experts have concluded that I can outwrite my housecat," Rock said. "That's great to know, Bob. Thanks."
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