After the initial deer-in-the-headlight trauma of making the key note speech for Tony's eightieth surprise birthday party, Tony's forty-five-year-old son Joe, left the audience cracking up, however felt his job incomplete, as he realized they only got a smear of the wackiness that is Tony's world. "You just can't make this stuff up." "Someone has to write a book about him; he's hysterical-a real charmer; he has that 'IT' quality." But Joe always chuckled to himself as everybody got short-changed; what about the other thirty-two wacky personalities they didn't get a chance to meet like the stripper, bacon torture chef, military general or not for prime time inventor. "It wasn't such a big deal when he started creating duct tape tree ornaments or bedazzling his hoodies. It's when he began substituting non-UL approved half-gallon opaque Dolly Madison Sherbert Containers for overhead light fixtures that made me pause." In this book, his son weaves a brilliantly hilarious, but heart-warming unconsolidated comedy channeled through the eyes of Joe as a ten-year-old boy looking back as an adult on this serpentine adventure. A quirky and non-traditional father-son odyssey that unfolds in Brooklyn c. 1973, at Sunnyside Shores, Pennsylvania Dutch Country, Aunt Nana's Staten Island Retreat, on a excruciating father-son Syracuse bus trip, in the prized 1966 Catalina Sedan, and most frequently, in the Brooklyn home over shop talk and plastic slipcovers, "Just Do This Thing Already" is a no-nonsense chaotic, belly-aching, father-son patriotic odyssey delivered from a fresh comedic voice.