Day 46 of 1000

I have very fond memories of our recently passed friend, David Christie, sitting in his recliner reading old, tattered, Louis L’Amour paperbacks.  He must have read every one of them at least ten times.  I hope to write a little more of my memories of Dave before too long.  The reason I brought him up is because I though about him during one of my neighborhood walks earlier this week and remembered how much he enjoyed reading Louis L’Amour westerns.  I have been reading some pretty heavy stuff for several years now with just a short respite to listen to a Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey and a G.K. Chesterton novel or two from Librivox on my ZenStone Plus.

That all inspired me to download a Louis L’Amour novel to read on my Nook Color while I walked.  I picked Utah Blaine.  I just picked it at random.  It turns out that it is one of his earliest books written a year before I was born.  It was exactly what I expected it to be.  The good guys were tough, handsome, and bigger than life.  The beautiful pioneer woman kisses the hero about two thirds of the way through the book.  A great read!  I need to do that more often.  I think L’Amour is the MacDonalds of books.  Their food is not great, but it is good and, above all, very, very consistent.