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Ninja Ticks?

    Hey, everyone. Well, it was a rainy evening here at the green retreat. We had a couple of visitors drop by without calling first, but it didn't bug me. One of them was a skinny lady with long legs. The other lady was wearing a green cape, very fashionable. I suspect she wasn't from around here. The one with the skinny legs was peeking in the back door as I was playing a few Beatles tunes on keyboard. I figure that Ticket To Ride struck some memory deep within her.
  The insects are incredible here at the green retreat. Ticks are particularly bad this spring. I pulled 3 of the little suckers off me after I returned from the woods the other day. This morning I took a big pair of hedge trimmers down our trail and cut back some tree limbs so that the hitch-hikers would have to be more athletic to get on us. Sometimes they will jump out of this hickory tree that hangs above the deck and get on you. I don't really think they jump, like a ninja tick or something. I guess they just fall down. I question the manners of anything that makes a living the way this species does. I guess everyone has some baggage.    
    Speaking of baggage, I see that the TV show by that name is into re-runs. We sort of miss this terrific show and I'll be glad to see Jerry Springer crank up a bunch of new daters. After spending a long time on this earth I thought I was past the point of being surprised about people, but some of these folks have really odd quirks. I suppose we all do. The thing is, if you carry a suitcase long enough it doesn't look that strange to you. Ha, ha. Like the lady with the long legs, in the above photo. She's got a ticket to ride, and she don't care.
    I'm CE Wills.   
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