Rodney Earl Andrews was born and named in Peterborough, Ontario in the new Civic Hospital and was taken home to the village of Norwood by his parents. He was too young to walk, hitchhike or drive. That is a good thing as he would not have known how to find the small village on highway seven, east of the big city. Growing up in a boarding house under the watchful eyes of his parents and two or three boarders it was almost impossible to get into trouble. They knew where you were going before you got there. Young Rodney still tried. Oral history was passed around the dining room table when family and friends gathered. Everyone was expected to participate, give advice when asked and have a story to tell. The truth got stretched, the fish got bigger, snow drifted deeper and stories were embellished over the years. Uncle John could grow the biggest potatoes in January and cut the most wood in July. Good food, good laughs, and good yarns were swapped by the young and old. Rod owns and operates a sawmill. He and his wife Claire built a Bed and Breakfast from the ground up. In Rod's spare time in the evening he escaped to a quiet place between piles of lumber or sitting on cases of nails to write his first book. Ten Bridges, Seven Churches, No Stop Light is Rod's first of four books. Rod always has a story to tell or a joke to match the occasion and now you have a book full of village people living big and exciting lives. Be forewarned that a good story teller sometimes disguises fiction with truth. They will lull you into a false sense of security, but don't be take in; hang on to that rocking chair for dear life. Rod enjoys watching other people smile and break into laughter. Close friends will often catch themselves and give Rod that look... have I just been taken in? Enjoy the ride to the end.