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Pingo – Visitation

You may remember The Unicorn Challenge hosted by C.E. Ayr and Jenne Gray. It gave bloggers – writers and readers – hours of fun. The challenge came to an end but not before announcing that C.E. Ayr had written a new book – Pingo – with Jenne doing the hard part – editing. The author told us we could purchase the book on Amazon or read on a Kindle for free. I had purchased his book Beginning of After and wrote a short review of the story.

I didn’t have a Kindle – didn’t even know what it was. I didn’t even own an iPhone until my daughter gave me an old one she no longer used. “Free” sounded pretty good so I asked daughter if she had an old Kindle. Fortunately she did. So I now have Pingo and his three other books on the Kindle. I took the picture above of my Kindle page with my iPhone. Never too old to learn something new.

I had no intention of writing a review of his new book. I think one would have to read it twice and I wasn’t going to do that. C.E does admit that the book is a biography of a sort. Most of it is conversation with a bit of description of Scotland or other places he has worked or visited.

But with whom is he conversing??? C.E is not shy talking to women. In northwest USA he meets up with or re-meets up with an old acquaintance named Penny. Why name a character Penny? I suppose it made cents to him. During intervals of renewing their physical friendship, he reveals his many other encounters to her. Penny is always questioning him about this or that, about where and when and with who or whom. They laugh a lot, perhaps knowing they may never meet again.

While reading the book I never wondered what would happen next or if there was a happy ending. I don’t know his reason for writing the book. Perhaps C.E wanted to keep these memories alive. Maybe we should all write a biography with lies or damn lies to keep our own memories alive.

Midnight no poems in my Dashboard
Rhymes lost in my memory I’m smiling alone
In my desk light the words collect in my mind
But all thoughts away have blown

Memory all alone in my Dashboard
I smile at friends’ blogs oh how they thrive
I remember the likes and comments we gave
Let the memories stay alive

WordPress tears falling from my eyes
I must not think of writing there are no more rhymes
When the morrow comes keep me in your memory
Don’t forget the good times