The Contest

Today's Saying

If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it. ~Mary Engelbreit

My book shelf is full and I've ordered seven new books. So I am going to try to give some away.
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Today we run a contest to give away a book.
Your choice of these five:

Cross Country-By James Patterson

A Patterson style thriller




A is for Alibi- Sue Grafton

A Suspense Novel

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Santa Clawed- Rita Mae Brown

A Mrs. Murphy Mystery






Dashing Through the Snow- Mary & Carol Higgins Clark

A Holiday Suspense Novel




A Lion Among Men- Gregory Maguire

Another "Let's wreck Oz" book




To win one of these books , your choice, all you have to do is leave a comment and be lucky.
Tomorrow I will enter the numbers 1 through the total number pf comments in a random number generator. The number it generates wins. ( No slips and no bucket)
You might wonder how a random number generator works. Well so do I. I think its some kind of magic.
But it works.

So leave a comment and the best of luck.

Today Pigeon Falls is filled with stories rising from the visit of the Arab and the green man. One story is that they were both aliens. The first needed the fertilizer to power his rocket ship and the second was after him for crimes on another planet. They felt the town was lucky there was no shoot out on main street.
Eino says that according to Homeland Security this Arab was an international terrorist. He came to Pigeon Falls because he felt there would be less suspicion here than in the big towns. He must have figured out he was being stalled that’s why he left. Homeland Security thinks he had a plane on some little air field somewhere that took him out of the UP. The green man was a federal agent with a fungus infection that made him look green. It was all very rational.
Some people were trying to plug this into Petrovich’s latest translated driblet. But they weren’t having much luck.
Speaking of the driblet a visitor named Jim said to Nancy "This is the mechanism of a swing. Here it is a porch swing. Always the riders are looking forward, then back with hope which will be fulfilled, only to be frustrated, ad infinitum, until balance, equilibrium, is reached and the swing stops."
Nancy says "I nodded but I was so confused. I couldn't figure out how you got the town on the swing. The problem is it's not a riddle but a prediction of our future."