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The Crossroads at Forgotten Lake 8Those few months that James was at Forgotten Lake, he was either with Audrey or with Clyde, and his departure left a vacuum but also an opportunity for Audrey and Clyde to finally talk. As it turned out Clyde is from the town where Audrey's father lived, and while they didn't actually know each other, with Clyde nearly ten years older, they knew some of the same people. For me, it somehow seemed stranger than everything else, but it gave them a natural affinity, which by spring morphed into romance. Audrey had of course remained in the cabin that she had shared with James, and in the spring after she turned 18 and would have been graduating f

The Crossroads at Forgotten Lake 7Shortly after Clyde and I finished planning our road, Forgotten Lake got its first new residents since I arrived the summer before. A young couple, teenagers, had gotten lost in the first freak snow storm of the season. It was night and the diner was closed, but the lights in the kitchen were still on. With the visibility worsening, they'd stopped, tried the door, and of course was unlocked (the kitchen was our main source of food, so we all had access). Ron had stepped out just before they walked in and so what they found was a warm, empty diner. They were cold and lost, and hungry, and so were looking for food when Ron returned. They had cl

The Crossroads at Forgotten Lake 6When I woke up the next day, it was already full light. As I tried to sit up, my every muscle groaned in protest, so I put my head back down. It had been a very long time since I'd done that type of work, and of course this is the result. I first stretched my hands and arms, then my legs, working my way around my body, allowing my muscles to wake up. Then I rolled slowly out of bed and lit the water heater. I'd been so tired, or so stoned, or both, that I had fallen asleep as soon as I stretched out; I was still in the same clothes I'd had on the day before, though I least I managed to get my boots and socks off. I went outside to walk around

The Crossroads at Forgotten Lake 5And so the summer passed. Occasionally cars and trucks would pass through, usually on the East-West road; a few would even stop for gas or coffee, but no one got stuck. One day I watched as a gas customer crossed the road to look over the beer store, asked Clyde a few questions, and I was sure we'd be getting a new addition. But then, he got in his car and drove off. After ten minutes, I knew he was gone. Just as well since Clyde and me had both been talking about how it would be nice if a couple of young women got stuck. There were the twins, of course, but neither of us spoke French. I'd tried learning French in high school, then

The Crossroads at Forgotten Lake 4So now I knew what powered the place, but I still had questions. The chance to ask them would come, so I decided to explore the limits of my new world. Someone had probably already done the same thing, but I hadn't asked. George knew the entire area, but wanted to talk about other things, and the twins only spoke French, as far as I knew. Anyway, it gave me something to do.

Driving the two paved roads suggested that the area of our 'confinement' was about five square miles with the crossroads roughly at the center. The diner and lodge sat in the northeast quadrant. There had been other buildings on the north side of the East-West road, but

The Crossroads at Forgotten Lake 3First I took a closer look at my new domain, which was a collection of ten cabins (eight along the lake) serviced by a road that also provided access to the lake. A bit inconvenient had this been an actual resort, but perhaps there was another access point I'd yet to discover. A small parking lot fronted the motel's office/ bait shop, which had its own separate door, though you could also enter through the lobby, such that it was. An L-shaped desk served as both the registration counter and that bait shop sales counter. The bait shop was no more than a little extra space put to good use, to sell bait and some tackle. The lodge's sign was moun

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Hierarchy of Needsby *almcdermid

Traditional Art / Collage

IF: hierarchy

Full tile: Maslow's hierarchy of needs explained.

~steve2727 Jun 1, 2011

quality!

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*almcdermid Jun 1, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks. From you, that means a lot.

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~steve2727 Jun 1, 2011

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~ScottMan2th Feb 6, 2011

to catch a mans heart...
you should use the quickest route
...that's through the rib cage

(or give him really big power tools...either way
you'll have his undivided attention)

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*almcdermid Feb 7, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Tools are important. [link]

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~ScottMan2th Feb 7, 2011

for many, tools (and what to do with them)consume their every waking thought

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*almcdermid Feb 7, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Indeed.

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!janejayne May 6, 2009

nice drill.

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*almcdermid May 6, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

and he is glad to see her . . .

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!janejayne May 6, 2009

lol

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