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Where Have You Gone, Mrs. Robinson?

    Hey, everyone. Its been cold here at the green retreat. Lows have been around 12 degrees and highs around 25. We had another light snow also.
    This morning I was playing the keyboard and enjoying my coffee. I played some songs by the Bee-Gees and Neil Diamond. The Bee-Gees have been a terrific group for a lot of years. Did you know that they have had a top ten hit in 5 separate decades? That's pretty amazing in the fickle world of musical tastes. I love their old song called To Love Somebody. I also like Stayin' Alive, I Started A Joke and a bunch of others. Then I started playing some Simon and Garfunkel and talked my wife into a duet. We did Homeward Bound, Still Crazy After All These Years, Sound Of Silence and I Am A Rock. It was fun. Hey, do you ever hear a song and instantly get a picture in your mind? When I played Scarborough Fair I could see Ben Braddock (Dustin Hoffman) driving his red car up to see Elaine Robinson. I"m talking about the scene from The Graduate. It was a great movie. Have you seen the sequel? Its called Rumor Has It with Jennifer Anniston and Kevin Costner. Its pretty good. The granddaughter of Mrs. Robinson gets involved with Ben. Pretty weird to watch, as an older person who saw the original as a teenager.
     Hey, I finally killed a T-rex in my Carnivore game. I'll probably get the big head now and start my own safari business. Ha, ha.
    Today I was driving to work and saw an unexpected sight. I was driving down the mountain and saw a hawk, fluttering around on the edge of the road in a pine thicket. He was acting weird and must have been injured. I suppose he was struck by a car. He was a very light chocolate color. Sometimes when I see a natural sight of this sort I realize how fortunate I am to live in the sticks. There are thousands, perhaps millions of folks who will never have the opportunity to see a hawk in a similar setting. I understand that any life has the good and the bad. Time is running out on me as far as seeing things like the Mona Lisa or the African jungles. For myself, I think I'd be a poorer man if I couldn't get out in the woods. Just a few moments in the forest and I can feel myself start to relax. The chains start falling away.
    Well, a big weekend approaches and I hope to see The Tourist with Johnny Depp. I'll try to post a review later this weekend.
    Speaking of movies, if Sylvester Stallone happens to read this I have a message. Please buy The Dan Tattoo and make a movie out of it. I'll give you a good deal. I know you like the underdog! The book even talks about that statue of you as Rocky Balboa that stands in front of The Spectrum in Philadelphia. Love Ya, man.
    From the author's green retreat I'm CE Wills.

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