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Footprints

Hey, everyone. I just got back from a trip to Jekyll Island, Ga. It's one of my favorite places and played a prominent role in my novel KGB Retirement Program. I've been going to Jekyll for several decades.
This time at the island I indulged in one of my hobbies, which is tracking. I became interested in tracking after I moved to the woods and started observing the critters.
 While at the beach I saw where a mouse had ran from his hole under a set of steps that had been built to cross a dune. He had come in and out several times to get food that the tourists had dropped.
I studied the tracks of a man who was very overweight and walked with his feet turned outward to give him balance. He didn't do this consciously or because he wanted to. It just happens as a natural result of his condition. Another set of tracks revealed that the man who made them drug the toes of one foot at every step, except for the little toe. I'd know his track among many. A lady's prints showed that she walked on the inside part of her right foot to such an extent that it will eventually give her trouble, if it hasn't already.
May I suggest you try tracking sometime? It's fun and it doesn't cost anything. It's amazing the things that a person's tracks will reveal to the observant eye. Centaur, the hero of my novel, The Dan Tattoo and it's sequels, is a master tracker. I think you'll enjoy reading about his adventures.
In the green place again, CE Wills

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