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caravan east
from the lost scrapbook, evan dara posted in literature by nevereatshreddedwheat
...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
from the lost scrapbook, evan dara posted in literature by nevereatshreddedwheat
...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
from the lost scrapbook, evan dara posted in literature by nevereatshreddedwheat
—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
from the lost scrapbook, evan dara posted in literature by nevereatshreddedwheat
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
lakeland regional hospital
from the lost scrapbook, evan dara posted in literature by nevereatshreddedwheat
my mother works as an assistant night-administrator at Lakeland Regional Hospital, and her job keeps her away six evenings a week, with heavy overtime; thus the situation in my home, that quiet night, was entirely within accepted tradition: over the last ten years my mother and I have regularly gone for days without seeing one another;
– The Lost Scrapbook p. 12