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The Beatles On I-Tunes

    Hey, everyone. It's a rainy day here in the southeast, thank goodness. We desperately need the water. I have a lot going on right now and I've had to concentrate on activities besides the old blog.
    So, the Beatles are finally on I-Tunes. Excellent. I had a bunch of their songs that I had bought as CD'S and transferred over to my I-Pod. It would be a snap to pick out 50 good songs by these guys. The other night I watched a DVD of Help! It was a really bad movie but I loved seeing the Fab Four when they were young again. Very pleasant memories and yes, just a bit melancholy. It was great seeing John Lennon young and healthy, cutting up and having fun. Seeing a young George Harrison made me think of a story I heard. Paul took George into his home and nursed him during George's terminal illness. I think Paul is a good dude.
    I noticed that Tom Clancy has a new book coming out shortly. Early in his career he was my favorite author. Then he started letting other guys write the bulk of his novels and allowing his name to be put on the cover, at least it seemed so. I sure miss him. He, along with James Clavell, were in a class by themselves as far as weaving a twisted plot. Possibly the two greatest novelists ever. I would be honored to have carried their pencils around for them. The new Clancy novel, by the by, is Dead Or Alive, in which Jack Ryan Jr. is seeking a terrorist, with the help of John Clark and Ding Chavez.
   I finally finished Keith Richards' Alive. I feel like I've finished a post-graduate course in drugs, music and the inside scoop on the famous people of this generation. An absorbing read. Clearly, I've led a sheltered life.
     From my current shelter, at the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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