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Tracks, Cheroots and the Super Bowl




     Hey, everyone. First of all, I'd like to thank a nice lady called Marcia Carrington for her kind review of my short story titled Tale of the Black Mushroom, over on Smashwords. She is a romance novelist and I went to Lulu Books and downloaded her story called Looking Back. I enjoyed it very much. An odd, peaceful feeling came over me as I read this story about an elderly lady's look at her life. I suppose that this is because I have been a bit frustrated with my own life, lately, and was in need of some perspective on the whole aging thing. I will give you a link to her books below.
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/MarciaCarrington
     In other news, I went tracking today in an area several miles from my home. The last time I went to this place, the group I was with found a ton of tracks. Today, not so good. I found almost no tracks and surmised that this was due to the fact that we had torrential rains recently that not only washed away existing tracks but filled pools in the deeper woods to the point that it was unnecessary for the animals to come to even this remote place. It was fun to prowl around, anyway, and since Carley was at work, I felt like an adventurer, just to get out by myself. I did find a few deer tracks and some excrement that looked like a cheroot, though I wouldn't smoke it. Ha, ha.
    The blog gets more and more visitors from more and more nations. I find this interesting, though I hope that my visitors don't get the idea that all Americans are as crazy as I.
    The Super Bowl hype is reaching hysteric proportions. I went to the app store and downloaded a couple of apps for that subject. One of them takes a whopping 1 GB of space and has a number of videos and articles. It is free, which is a good price, and I recommend it. It is called Super Bowl XLVI Game Program (hate that numbering). There were several features which I have already read. First and foremost, there was a wonderful article on my boyhood hero, the late, great, John Unitas. It was written by Ray Didinger and I was thrilled to see it. Great job on that, Ray. I have a football which was autographed by John. This guy hauled coal as a kid to support his family and started playing semi-pro ball for $6 a game. I wonder if Unitas is looking down at Tom Brady and Eli Manning and shaking his head at the changes in the salaries. Ha, ha. For more on John, and sports, click the label at the bottom of the blog for sports, animals or whatever your interest may be. All the articles are free, and add free.
    The app also has numerous photos and an article on the different super bowl rings that teams have had over the years. I liked that article very much as well. There was also a feature on the owner of the Colts, Jim Irsay.
    Well, I have more to say, but I am getting tired so I will call a halt to this missive. Thanks for reading and I bid you good evening, from the author's green retreat.
    I'm CE Wills.
   
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