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I-Pad 2 And Purple Boxes

    Hey, everyone. I was thinking about the I-Pad 2 today and wondered whether or not those that have an I-Pad 1 should upgrade. My original I-Pad did most things the Deuce will do and I don't see why most folks couldn't just use their 'old one' for a while. Unless you have to have the latest of everything, of course. The I-Pad 2 does have the face time feature for video calling and a pretty decent camera. It surfs the web faster and has the potential for much better gaming. The thickness and weight is immaterial to me as long as the build quality and durability is not hindered. So, my advice is to watch for I-Pad 3 and save your dough. Of course, if you sell your old Padster there won't be that bad of a cash outlay, anyway.
    As I drive through the mountains up here I have been seeing mysterious purple boxes. They are hanging in trees and I thought they might have been intended to attract a certain kind of bird in hopes that they would build a nest there. My son looked it up and sent me some clippings about the device. These are traps for the Emerald Ash Borer, a bug that attacks ash trees, as the name implies. They coat the insides of the box with this chemical that kills the bugs in the hopes of preventing infestations. Evidently they tried a number of colors and the ash borers really dig purple. Go figure. I really didn't think that ash trees were common to this area so I will have to get my tree study guide and go out to one of the trees with the purple box. I'll study the tree and the guide and then come home and stalk through my woods to see if I have any ash on my property.
    Speaking of things in the woods, as I walked today I found some mute testimony to the power of last week's tornadoes. I found a big piece of shingle in one spot, a small bit of insulation 100 yards away and half of a plastic Budweiser cup in yet another spot. No telling how many miles they traveled. A lady my wife works with found bank statements from another state in her yard
     There's an interesting story about Marilyn Monroe's last days on AOL news.com. It's conspiracy theory type stuff and I'm into that sort of thing. The new info comes from Marilyn's hairstylist and is fairly provocative. I tried to put a link on the blog but when I clicked it I was not exactly where I wanted to be. So I didn't want to give it to you. This guy says that Marilyn made a trip to a casino the night of her death because he was with her. He said that she was supposed to meet Sinatra there but he didn't show. Instead an underworld guy showed up and chatted with Marilyn. He also says that the starlet was on her way to the hospital and still alive when the ambulance turned around and took her home. I found it very interesting and I figure you would too. Do you ever think that being incredibly good-looking would be more curse than blessing? Not a problem for this old boy.
    From the land of purple boxes, I'M CE Wills.
   
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