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The America in Which I Live

Thoughts at the end of the decade The snow is falling. It covers everything with a fluffy white blanket and insulates me from the harsh reality that is the world outside of this place we call Sandy Point. Far and wide are webs of white as snow effortlessly balances and clings to deciduous branches. The arms of evergreens succumb to the weight of white, fur shawls as a million liquid crystals find their resting places. It is so quiet that I can hear the blood flowing through my veins. My America is a Wonderland. Our home in the woods is an exquisite, peaceful ...

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Not In My Backyard

There are people who are supposed to be in my backyard. And then there are people who should not be there. By owning a resort on 45-acres of property with a sign on the main road directing traffic to it, I’m accustomed to keeping my eye on all who enter. Each time I spy a body, I ask myself, do they belong—i.e. are they registered guests? Are they visitors? Customers? Potential guests? Or, are they trespassers? We get our fair share of trespassers at Sandy Point Resort, particularly on hot summer days when the beach looks very inviting. Often I have neighbors ...

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The Things They Leave Behind

Stray socks. Bathing suit pieces. Cell phone chargers. Dirty Towels. Balled-up T-shirts. Stuffed animals. Pacifiers. iPods. Beach shoes. Sunglasses. If I had to name the top ten items left behind by resort guests, all of the above would be on this list. Except for the iPods, phone chargers, and sunglasses, most people don’t notice the things they forgot to pack and take home, and we don’t get panic calls begging us to search their cabins or the grounds. Our policy for the past eighteen years of dealing with people’s stuff is, if they call and we find what they’re looking ...

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