Mary, Marty, More
RIP pop music legend Mary Wilson, 76. From humble beginnings she rose to stardom as a founding member of the Supremes, one of the most successful singing groups of all-time. After the trio broke up, she did a lot of solo shows, especially in Vegas. Always a positive presence, she also starred in the national tour of Leader of the Pack–The Ellie Greenwich Story. And she wrote two books: Dreamgirl: My Life as a Supreme, which set records for sales in its genre, and later an autobiography Supreme Faith: Someday We’ll Be Together. She was a mom of three. Awesome, madam. Thank you.
RIP long time NFL coach Marty Schottenheimer, 77. He was the head man more than 20 seasons for four different teams, Browns, Chiefs, Redskins and Chargers. His record was 205–139–1, a winning percentage of .596. He played four seasons in the AFL, two each for the Bills and Patriots. He was a member of Buffalo’s championship squad in 1965, and was selected to the league all-star team. UPI named him AFC Coach of the Year in 1986 and 2004. AP named him NFL Coach of Year in 2004. He’s a member of the Kansas City Chiefs Hall of Fame. In 2011 he won the UFL Championship with the Virginia Destroyers and was named coach of the year. Married since 1968, he is the father of two. His son Brian is an assistant with the Jaguars. Well done, sir.
Headline from nypost.com: “Fans flout COVID-19 rules to party on Tampa streets after Buccaneers’ Super Bowl win.” Stop that. Large gatherings are only for Antifa, BLM, rioters, looters and Biden celebrations.
Here’s an interesting headline: “Living near street lamps could increase risk of thyroid cancer by 55%.” Cue the music: “Turn out the lights, the party’s over…” (Willie Nelson)
Here’s a troubling headline from newsmax.com: “Hackers Try to Contaminate Florida Town’s Water Supply.” Russians? Chinese? Iranians? Home-grown terrorists? An investigation is underway.
Silly question, I know, but why is anyone who has a well-paying job eligible for a stimulus check? As of now, those earning $75,000 annually will get money. Too bad it’s not coming out of the accounts of the Biden crime family.
Since I had bank business in the old neighborhood and lots of time to fill today due to the threat of precipitation, I decided to take a long walk. Maybe I just wanted to see if I could do it at 70. I left at 10:25. I kept mostly to the bus lanes, not only because some sidewalks were not shoveled but to social distance. I kicked myself for not bringing my camera, but didn’t spot anything that would have made an interesting picture. I was only a little tired when I arrived at the bank. The return trip was a lot tougher, as my lower back ached a bit. One of the ways I entertained myself was by looking for coins. I found fifty-three cents, more money than I made trying to sell books yesterday. I was beat when I got back to the co-op. I took the elevator to my second floor apartment. Taking the stairs would not have been easy. The first thing I did was look at the clock. It was 12:13.
It doesn’t look like I’m going to gain possession of the print option of the two books my literary angel, Victoria Valentine, published. I messaged her again and her response was “Oh no.” Whether she is overwhelmed or simply against the idea, I can’t say. She is ill with sepsis, so I won’t press it. I have files for Adjustments and Killing ready to be uploaded to Amazon, just in case. I remind myself that the Kindle option for each is available, and that I have ten other books available in print format. Killing is also available in print. As it stands now, the company keeps 100% of the profit on any print sale of it. I also remind myself that sales are few and far between. There’s no sense making a fuss over a few bucks.
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