The Marble
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.
Let's Build a Tesla Museum or Star Hopes She's Not Repeating Something That's Already Been Posted!
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.
Thank you, my friends, and good night!
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!
The London Necropolis Railway Or: I'm sure some people know about this but I didn't so now you do!
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.
Mother Comes To Visit Or: A Kidnapping
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.

