In her dream, Star was walking through a part of the city she didn’t recognize. It would have been a very unusual part of the city that gave way so quickly to a sudden flush of green trees and a bright blue sky. A single tent stood in the middle of a clearing, a wagon parked outside of it.
Hi Ya'll, I hope I'm not repeating something that's already been posted here (I scanned, and didn't see anything. The difficulties of being away! I really can't tell!)
Anyway! Campaign on to buy Tesla's old laboratory and turn it into a Tesla Museum.
Check it out HERE.
This will come as no surprise to many, but I think I shall put it here in writing so no one can say I didn't issue a warning!
I (being the typist) am headed off on my next great adventure! The residency for my graduate program start's Wednesday, but I'm flying to Pennsylvania a few days early to visit my family in ...wait for it...Mechanicsburg! Hehe!
I've been reading a lot of nonfiction books lately, particularly those dealing with everyday life in various centuries and a few following the lives of one or two notable (or not so notable) people, sometimes in exquisite detail.
Star finished pushing the last of the soil around the roots of the plant and turned her back on the door to wash her hands in a basin of water. The flower shop was everything that she’d hoped it would be and she felt assured of its success.