The Light That Counts
The lighthouse at Gull Point hasn't guided a ship in forty years. The coast guard decommissioned it, the town fenced it off, and the last keeper left a logbook on the desk with the final… Show more
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The lighthouse at Gull Point hasn't guided a ship in forty years. The coast guard decommissioned it, the town fenced it off, and the last keeper left a logbook on the desk with the final… Show more
In the winter of 1922, a farmer in Bavaria started noticing things that didn't add up — and by the time he told his neighbors, it was already too late. His name was Andreas Gruber, and he… Show more
There's a carousel in the park at the end of my street — chipped paint, half the bulbs burned out, horses frozen mid-gallop. The town shut it down years ago, chained it off with a… Show more
There's a ship in Long Beach Harbor that's bigger than the Titanic was, and it never really left the war. The RMS Queen Mary was launched in Scotland in 1934 and made 1,001 Atlantic… Show more
My building has ten floors. I've counted them from the street often enough — ten neat rows of windows, eleven if you count the lobby. The elevator panel has buttons for L through 10. I've… Show more
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There is a rock in the North Atlantic, twenty miles west of Lewis, that you are not allowed to visit. Eilean Mòr — big island — seven cliffs, a tiny chapel, and since December 1899 a… Show more
There is a laundromat two blocks from my building that has never closed, not once, in the six years I've lived here. Not on Christmas. Not during the blackout. The fluorescent sign out… Show more
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