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Like others, I thought this was a lovely chapter and wonder what is up with Len and Greg...

Marc's true value lies not in mining but in tactical development and advanced training, his skill sets demand it. It will be interesting to see how Marc handles a career with a higher calling should the fates push him in that direction. I would think that at some point he will realize mining will become a lucrative hobby. Then there is the future with the 'family' business, and he has cursed himself if he thinks he won't be pulled in.... The only way he becomes a full-time miner, is if he screws the pooch big time.....

A very interesting beginning to your story, looking forward to seeing where this goes!

Methinks you just might have hit a gold mine, it's an era of our history that so few write about, I was 18 in '72 as the war was closing down as it were and folks need to hear from someone who was more a part of those times....it would be greatly appreciated!!

What a powerful, well written chapter and dang it all to heck, I need another box of tissues...fall allergies y'all know.... I can only hope for another dozen or so chapters!!!

Let's hope our boy doesn't burn out...or encounter bad aliens out in the boonies of space...

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Well, color me surprised.... Onward to the next chapter!!!

Cruella needs to take a long walk off a short pier or play sidewalk roulette with a set of malfunctioning traffic lights.... What are the odds that campus security/police happen to be in the vicinity of the jamokes in the car???

Well...one thing we know, Kai and Adam will be learning a lot about the finer points of sexual positions... @CincyKris, The New York Times Wirecutter section has a great review of "the best mattresses for the type of sleeper you are and various pricing options from expensive to very affordable without sacrificing comfort. The 33 Best Mattresses of 2024 | Reviews by Wirecutter (nytimes.com)

Grin and bear it????

Growing up on a working farm was one of the best experiences in my life!!

Whatever I was going to comment on got lost once I read the following...now where did I put my Prevagen??? Therese upon second "examination" did not improve, if anything she is even more repellant. "Ever since the scans, when we found out it was twin girls, Therese was planning everything in detail. Her daughters would be the perfect little ladies." She needs an enema because she has clearly already had a lobotomy.

Thanks, your comments are high praise from an author I greatly respect.

Thanks for the kind words, I am glad you liked this story!!

In my mind I saw it as an unrequited love story in the sense Carver could never be seen or loved as he would have wanted, that most if not all, could not get past the 'public' Carver. Thanks, I have a mind if I can finish the notes and better organize them to do a bit more with this... Thanks, crafting dialogue is quite the chore for me, while my friends tell me I have the gift of gab, my dialogue, to me, always sounds wooden, I have to agree, I like Stewart's better myself. While I think Dylan is a preeminent song writer of his and my generation, whoever let him in front of a microphone, should have been disemboweled Thanks for your comment Bill, it is very much appreciated!!! Thanks for sharing your thoughts, and as noted above I hope to flesh this out a bit more as time allows... Thanks, I value your comment, and I feel you found the gist of the story!!!! To me, with the exception of very few, no one ever took the time to see Carver... Loved this song choice, and excellent choice!!! Thanks Talo, I appreciate your thoughts and comment!! Thank you for your generous comment, it is very much appreciated!!! I truly appreciate your kind words, thank you!!!! Your comment is very much appreciated and my humblest thanks!!!

Thanks Chris, your comment is very much appreciated!

Thank you for your kind words, they are appreciated!!!

The tunneling and mining the reams of data are paying off, can't wait for the next chapter. This story is so well crafted and a delight to read. @Summerabbacat, you may enjoy this story as it is mentioning, even tho in passing the late, great Donna Summer... He finally found an area with a few bars, that ironically enough was not too far from his dad’s old neighborhood. Lukas didn’t drink much, and the bars seemed intimidating to him in any case. But he did find some dance clubs and tried one out on a Saturday night. He hadn’t yet even been to a club in the United States, but he had been to straight clubs and he was struck how similar it seemed, except that it was of course almost all guys dancing with each other. Even the music was pretty much the same, but maybe with more Donna Summer.

And leave us wanting/needing more!!!!!

Lanny, one hopes you've learned a valuable lesson, sad to say your mother's fossilized cranium precludes any chance of her further learning... Jack is turning out to be quite the good friend, and Andrew...humility and acceptance will take you farther than not... Skylar, you may have just found a cure for your telegraphing eyes, both you and U.B. need to be the shining example of discrete...

Oh dear lord in where ever the heck you are... What? You expected two calm chapters in a row? Pshaw!!

Everything seems to be coming easy for Marc, I am curious to see how he will handle adversity...when nothing goes right....

Count Morrison appears to be a slimy individual with at least one foot and possibly mor stuck in the past and suffers from a bad case of occuflation...that is to say, self-indugence importance... Sir Trevor has a wonderful ring to it!!!

Once again late to the party!!! Can't add much other than to say thank goodness for a box of tissues within reach...hey...I had to dab my eyes and that's my story and I am sticking with it... Boy did the following bring back sooo many great memories...just sayin.... “Just remember, this was your idea,” he said as he knelt facing me. I pulled my knees up next to my ears to give him better access. I remember almost shitting my pants at that point. Not literally, because I’d cleaned up thoroughly after the basketball game (don’t ask why), and well, I wasn’t wearing any pants.