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A Song, A Book, A Game, A Trip

    Hey, everyone. I have a few recommendations tonight. First, the song. Try Where The Boat Leaves From by the Zac Brown Band. Always loved the beach type music, probably because I love the beach. I also like Toes and Highway Twenty Drive by the same guys.
    I wrote a blog about Keith Richards book the other day because it sounded very interesting to an old duffer like me. I bought it today and spent a lot of time reading it. After only a few chapters let me say it's really special. Four stars out of four, at least thus far. Let me say I'd recommend you get the free sample and read it from Amazon, Apple or whoever. If you've been born in the last forty years or so you may not relate as well to this book. Keith Richards has a gift of bluntness and honest memory that is endearing. Some of us engage in selective memory loss, chiefly about our own faults. Mr. Richards seems not to remotely consider being politically correct or concerned about sparing anyone's feelings; the possibilities of lawsuits and all that.
    I am a bit younger than the guitar picker but much of his teen years and experiences resonate with me. The book is very much a treat.
    Now to the game recommendation. I bought a really awesome game from the app store for a ponderous price of 99 centabos. It's called Zombie Wonderland. In this game a guy is holed up in his house, fighting off hoards of the living dead. Some of the zombies burst into flame and will catch your house on fire. If they get through the windows while you're shooting out another window, you have to clean up the green goo that results from killing them inside. The lady of the house can't dig the mess, though of course it's preferable to death from zombies.
    Yesterday's post about Kansas took me back to a trip I made right after the aforementioned blizzard. I was making some good money and we splurged a bit and flew down to Nassau, Bahamas for a few days. We went deep-sea fishing, lay on the beach and played black-jack in the casino. It was funny, we noticed that at the same time every evening the beaches were deserted. Therefore we made it a point to swim in the ocean a lot around sunset. When we asked one of the cabin boys why the lack of people he remarked, "That's when the sharks feed." Hey, get this. On the last leg of our flight down we were aboard a Bahama Air flight. There was a shower curtain between us and the pilots. I promise you this is not a lie. The shower curtain wasn't new either.
    From that green place. CE Wills
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