Not really. This project was a ridiculous amount of work. Seriously. By the time we stopped for Mexican food and margaritas at Picante at 5 on Sunday evening the other weekend we were in dire need of libations. All three of us. (Uli didn't have any margaritas, but he did snarf down an impressive amount of carnitas, corn tortillas, and pinto beans.)
It was all worth it.
You can read the whole darn thing here. Just FYI: it is a true story from Peter's youth about his dad. We presented it to Otto at his 78th birthday party in Seattle Friday night. He read it aloud to the assembled guests with plenty of interjected asides and corrections. Lots and lots of fun.