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Driving Backward

    Not so long ago I saw an odd sight, here on the mountain. I was driving along, not far from home, in daytime hours. A car was approaching me and was in it's proper lane to do so. Something seemed very wrong about it and I squinted my eyes trying to figure out what was odd. As it got closer I saw that the guy was driving his car in reverse, one arm thrown across the seat-back. He waved as he passed me by, as most folks do up here. I was a little blown away.
    A few days later I had the opportunity to ask a local person about this. They laughed and said, "That's old so-and-so, all his forward gears are out of his transmission so he has to drive to the grocery store in reverse."
     This incident, while minor, and amusing, serves to add just a little more color to the green retreat. It's always surprising and rarely dull.
    On the subject of video games for the i-devices: I bought Nin Jump yesterday. I had been trying it out with a free version. It was only 99 cents and it's quite entertaining. I can also say that Tornado is fairly fun, and it's free, which is a price hard to beat.
Not too long ago I bought Fruit Ninja, which I feel is way overpriced at $4.99. Some time ago I bought Flight Control, in which you pretend to be an air traffic controller and land aircraft. It's very popular but I found it a little boring.
    Hey, I appreciate your dropping in to the blog. For now, I'll sign off from the green retreat. CE Wills

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