John Ramsey Miller

I’ve been at the very ass end of the NC Outer Banks since last Saturday with a web connection that is only slightly better than it was when Wilber, or (was it) Orville was lifting off at Kitty Hawk, right up the road a few miles.  I’m typing with my mouth held at a 20 degree angle and outside the wind is blowing 30 knots with thunder booming.  A beach ball just flew by the windows doing fifty miles per. I saw an airplane pulling a banner this morning and it was going backward.

I’m not a beach person. I don’t like the taste of salt water, the sounds of the surf, or the sand in my teeth.  I’ve been reading non-stop, surrounded by family all lobster red from doing beachy things day after day.  Oh, and we weathered a tropical storm (Beryl?) that drove rain into the windows of our 15 bedroom house (we have 35 family members here and all are top flight people I dearly love). We have a huge media room but none of us knows can get anything to show on the projector dealy. Well, cartoons for the kids. Self-defense dictates that cartoons are playing somewhere in this house at all times. We had like thirty cases of wine, lots of scotchy type liquids and cigars. It’s all about gone, and we’re driving out  tomorrow. No roads out here. You 4-wheel up and down the beach and then go over the right dunes to0 get to your house. Trucks by the hundred all day and night. And wild horses on the beach and beside the houses eating the flower beds to the sand. The Spanish dropped the horses off by running their ships into the reefs or some such. Some of the beasts truly look that old, and probably still have galleon splinters in the withers.

I downloaded a bunch of books last week before I . I got the six-book WOOL series by a guy named Hugh Howey who lives in Boone, NC. After I read those, I bought his MOLLY FYDE Bern Saga of four books. I’m hooked on this guy’s work. Seriously, this guy’s worlds are as real as the one out your door. Maybe realer. Someone told me yesterday that the WOOL series has been purchased for a film series by a hot shot bunch jealous of the HUNGER GAMES success. I can see it. Both series from a self-published author, whose books will knock socks off at ten miles. I’ve been stuck to my Kindle in a silo world in Georgia and in outer space. I suggest you read the first WOOL book (get the first five for $3.99) and I defy you to stop at the first.

My dog sitter called to tell me that a fox or a possum got into the aviary/roost and killed all of my chickens, including Rusty, my rooster. Our five chickens were four years old and hardly laying any more, but we enjoyed watching them not lay eggs anymore, kick dead leaves, and peck at the ground. When I get back I’m going fox hunting.

So anyway I’m just here to tell you all that I’m not doing a blog this week. and why.  LOOK AT THE HORSES!!!