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Deer, Lightning Bugs and Lee Child

    Hey, everyone. Carley and I were just sitting on the porch, drinking some beers and chatting. We were playing with the I-Pads and just enjoying being lazy. We had been to the big city and eaten mass quantities of vittles (food). We stopped by the theater and I was thinking about watching Prometheus. The next showing was the 3D version. They had a banner outside that proclaimed that they would add a charge of $3.50 for each ticket for the cardboard and plastic glasses they dole out. This is over and above the extra ticket charge for the 3D. It irritated us enough so that we just went on our merry way home.
 Hey, get this. They have the gall to ask you to throw your 3D glasses in a bin on your way out to "hold down costs". If this wasn't a 'G' rated blog I'd tell you what I think of that.
     As we sat on the porch, two scrawny-looking deer came walking out of the woods. Carley tried to get a picture with the I-Pad 3 but it didn't turn out too well. Then, as it got darker, the lightning bugs started showing off. Little pinpoints of light began to pop here and there. It was cheerful and as usual, made me think of my childhood, when we would capture a bunch and put them in a mason jar. We'd take a knife and poke holes in the lid so they would live longer. Now I see that as a bit cruel but then I never thought about it.
    Hey, I finished that Lee Child book which I mentioned two nights ago. It was a humdinger. (That means exceptional in southern lingo.) Here's the recipe.
     Jack Reacher is a former Army cop who is just hitching around the U.S.A.. In this particular episode he is on a bus in South Dakota with a bunch of senior citizens on a tour. They get caught in a blizzard and marooned in a small town. This town has a prison in the vicinity and draws its living, its existence, from that den of incarceration.
      Reacher becomes involved with the local cops who want to use his considerable expertise. They have an elderly lady under witness protection because she has witnessed a drug-related crime and is under a death threat. A Mexican drug lord is pulling strings on an international level to see that she never testifies. Those strings reach into the local prison and cause riots, just to pull the local cops off their guard detail, leaving Jack Reacher, alone, to protect the spunky lady from a handful of assassins. Who is the local spy for the drug lord? Who can Reacher trust?
    As usual, I am trying to tell a story without ruining the book for you. Suffice it to say that this book is at least a 4 star out of 5 and I highly recommend it. Even in portions of the book which are slower on the action, Lee Child keeps your interest and the story doesn't drag. There are probably only about 20 people on earth who can write like this consistently and Lee Child is a member of that select fraternity.
    The name of the book is 61 Hours and it is top notch reading.
From the land of deer, lightning bugs and books, this is CE Wills.
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