Vegas is my least favorite of the prime time shows I watch. Last night’s episode was fun. The main protagonists, the sheriff and the mob boss casino head, formed an alliance against a powerful rancher who sees how the town is evolving and wants to be the only real player. The dialogue between Dennis Quaid and Michael Chiklis was witty, the tension and mistrust between them unique, the pace fast. I doubt the story has any relation to the truth of Sin City’s origins, but I don’t expect that from strict entertainment. I also enjoyed the subplot of the doomed love between the deputy and the mob daughter floor manager, how she ripped his heart out. She made the intelligence choice, denying her feelings for him, although she knows a part of her will regret it the rest of her life.
And here’s more from the television front. While I was in the check-out line at Stop n Shop this morning, three women conversed about the Kardashian’s TV show. Two loved it. Adrian, my favorite cashier, who’s about 65, said, in her inimitable blunt fashion: “It’s the biggest piece of trash I’ve ever seen.” I laughed. Despite the beauty of Kim Kardashian, nothing attracts me to the show. I’ve never seen it. I’ve pretty much shunned the reality TV craze except for the first season of The Amazing Race, which I abandoned after it began defining participants by sexual preferences.
RIP NY Jets WR George Sauer Jr., 69. He wasn't fast but he had great hands and ran precise routes. He had 309 receptions in his NFL career. In the monumental 16-7 upset of the mighty Baltimore Colts in Super Bowl III, he snagged eight of Joe Namath's passes for 133 yards.
I was filled with hope as I checked the Kindle ranking of my latest novel, Exchanges, this morning. Alas, last week's encouraging numbers were a temporary blip. It was #252,672. The trickle down effect my other books experienced has also ended, as none sold online this week. Oh well - it was nice while it lasted. I had no luck on the street today, either. Since the threat of rain was in the air, I brought out only one-third of the wares in case I had to make a quick getaway. Tomorrow is another day, God willing and the creek don't rise, as the blue grass folks say.
Vic's Third Novel (Print or Kindle): http://tinyurl.com/7e9jty3
Vic's Website: http://members.tripod.com/vic_fortezza/Literature/
Vic's Short Story Collection (Print or Kindle): http://www.tiny.cc/Oycgb
Vic's 2nd Novel: http://tinyurl.com/6b86st6
Vic's 1st Novel: http://tiny.cc/94t5h
Vic's Screenplay on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/cyckn3
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