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san felipe de neri church
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...I spent 45 minutes walking around Old Town and its passionate two-story sham, going up 12th Street and all the way past and around I-40...then I sat out in the square in front of San Felipe...
– The Lost Scrapbook p. 270
view full location details...caravan east
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...so I decided to speak with him the following Thursday night, when we had informal plans to go to the Caravan East, a cowboy haunt that still manages to be tolerable...
– The Lost Scrapbook p. 271
harps lake
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...So I managed to break away and got out of Carl's real quick, and rather than heading to work I buzzed on home; I then called in and, citing toxic faijitas[sic], got the night off; immediately, then, I headed out and drove around near Harp's Lake almost all night; then I came home and collapsed;
– The Lost Scrapbook p. 221
reelfoot lake state park
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—and I followed followed him off the highway, down Route 21, and then through a sequence of swervy roads; this continued for several miles, and although the darkness was nearly total it was evident that we were passing through an area thick with trees, probably a corner of Reelfoot Lake State Park;
– The Lost Scrapbook p. 22
ritter springs park
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all that summer, I spent afternoons riding up and down the hill to Ritter Springs Park, with its green slopes and abandoned gazebo;
– The Lost Scrapbook p. 13