History

It started here at Winnetuxet Junction just before the end of the big commute. When the cost of private transportation passed beyond the reach of the working class. This was a place to walk to, to wander in, with resting areas to sit in and meditate, be served real coffee, and exotic sandwiches (just enough to taste).
Yes my friend, rest areas. There where you see the stones with names.
Beneath each stone is a buried jar of their ashes. The people who found peace here in those so not peaceful times. Roads then were smooth and weed free, covered with tarmac like today's super highways. Major highways had exits then.
People drove their own cars to and from everywhere. Trucks stopped along side roads. Yes Alice they stopped to unload. Not like today where they hardly slow down to shift loads. People had houses on side roads, houses of their own with lots more than two rooms.
Yes my friend it started here. All these fruits and vegetables were planted here. See those south facing shelves full of plants requiring full sun? They provide adequate shade for the others that need it. It is no accident that the river flow powers the irrigation system. That too started here. People earned the right to have their ashes buried here rather than scattering them in death day rites. Yes even in those violent times this place was somehow sacred. Oh a few gangs stopped to rape and pillage before it cost too much to travel. They stayed. The owners had their own laws of retribution, and fertilization.

Look around, sit and donate something of value in exchange for the best real coffee you've ever tasted. The bushes grow in the swamp next to the wild ginger.

Reviews

[Brette Medb]

Interesting way to put past histories into such a unique story form. It's odd while reading it it reminded me of "In Cold Blood." Really great write, I liked this a lot.


Brette

[Mark Pearce]

A very suggestive history.

I may be overlooking some aspects, but even then, its an instructive tale.