Nov. 1st, 2008

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"Any place you'd recommend for lunch?"
"The Lighthouse."
"We ate there yesterday."
"All the other places in town have closed for the winter. Except Harv's Bar."
"The Lighthouse is good."

Glass Tomb
He was so afraid of being buried alive that his grave was a shaft, sealed at the top by only a window.
"When I was a kid you could look in and see his bones, with tools laid out on the slab beside him for his escape. Tree roots have grown in and there's condensation on the glass now, so you can't see him any more."

The public hearing (about a facility to be built, maybe) is in the gym of the high school. They've opened the folding bleachers along one wall and set folding chairs on the floor. About 600 people showed up tonight. The speakers get five minutes each. Locals line up one after the other to laud the jobs jobs jobs. The people against reel off death lists. The locals are proud of being locals- every one starts with a biography about "I've lived here all my life--" and they don't like outsiders. Don't like all the more when they see them as taking away the possibility of new jobs in a place where unemployment has been high for decades. The Sierra Club is going to have a rough day convincing anyone here. But agree or not, everyone is orderly and polite.

Check for $20- Family Chiropractic Check for $28, Mr. T's Glass (busted window, ruffled grouse, dagnappit)

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