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    Hey, everyone. Wow, back to the salt mines today. I find myself becoming a weekend guy, just focusing on passing off the days between weekends. This seems a bit of a waste, don't you think?
      Jane Russell, an actress who radiated sex appeal and charisma, passed away today at the ripe  old age of 89. She was special. I remember her starring with Marilyn Monroe in Gentlemen Prefer Blonds. That's a lot of woman for one movie. Ms. Russell was a very religious lady in her latter life and believed in speaking in tongues. She organized prayer groups in Hollywood, which is like starting an AA chapter in a bar.
      For those of you who are now using the terrific app called Stanza, may I recommend you download a good pulp fiction novel called Sin In Their Blood by Ed Lacy? Ed was one of the kings of the pulps and this is typical of the genre. It's quick starting, easy to read and interesting. I'm amazed how one gets a feel for the America of the time from this novel. You can feel the communist paranoia leaping off the pages. There is a guy making a living blackmailing people to keep their names out of a patriotic whistle blower magazine that 'ferrets out the red menace in American business'. It's a hoot. The hero has just come home from the Korean War. He is a bit of a hypochondriac and in poor health. He becomes a private detective, complete with a case handed to him by a cop friend. It's a murder mystery, like most of the pulps, and it's free from Munsey's. The villain is worthy of hate, the hero is worthy of sympathy and the heroine is worthy of reflection. The more I read the good old fashioned pulps, the more I think that my novels are really in that genre. I didn't intend for it to be that way, but that's okay. They are very readable and I'm proud of them.
     Keep an eye out for my latest book called Climber's Reward. It should be out in the next two weeks. It's a novel about the 1960's and I am an authority on that era. For music, cars and teenage angst there is no era to compare with it. Hope you like it.
    For those of you who like football, keep your eye on the quarterback from Arkansas named Ryan Mallet. He's gonna be a good one for some NFL team. I believe him to be a better prospect than Cam Newton. Of course, I'm the genius that said Joe Montana would never make it in the NFL. The bottom line is, no one cares what I think and that's a good thing.
    If you haven't found it yet, there is a web site called 148 Apps. It is the definitive site for gamers on IOS devices. For game reviews I am not in their league. I added it to my  PULSE app so it gets downloaded every day. Also, I think you'd like the post from author's green retreat on your Pulse Account. But that's ego for you.
    I hope you guys have a great week and if you don't, it's not my fault. Adios from CE Wills.

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