Postmark: Trinity

Howdy Folks,
	Just thought I'd drop y'all a line before I head back 
from my vacation in Trinity, the Bermuda Triangle of Tourism.  
Been on the run since early this morning, when I stopped at the 
cemetery to pay my respects to the Temples, Emorys and Just 
Eddy.  Made a rubbing of Merlyn's headstone to frame when I 
get home.
	Visited the Trinity Public Library, spent some time 
looking up the Bucks' genealogy and looking through the 
microfilm for old newspaper articles about Lucas.  Wanted to 
see their copy of the Necronomicon, but couldn't get any of 
the staff to admit they had one.
	Toured the Museum of Natural History.  The featured 
exhibit was "Beetles: the Pirhanas of the Insect World."  
Stopped at the gift shop on the way out and bought a souvenir 
flensing chamber.
	Lunched on fish fingers at the sea wall, then looked in 
on Miss Coomb's class.  They were in the middle of a spelling 
test, so I didn't linger.  Hiked out to Bowen's Junkyard and 
dickered with T.J. over the old hearse by Mrs. Emory's station 
wagon.  Afterwards Poppy and I ate popsicles on the front 
porch, eyes closed, feeling the breeze and reminiscing about 
Wash Sutpin.
	On the way back to town, stopped at Juniper House.  
Said howdy to Holly G., whose basket weaving is improving 
greatly.  Slipped Dr. Matt a bundle of lock picks and suggested 
he spend his craft time working with them.
	Afternoon was hot, but found a nice shady spot in the 
park and watched the young lovers rowing out on the lake.  
Delightful Dinner at Holt House: Miss Loris and I have a lot in 
common.  Took a walk through town after dinner. Fireflies lit 
the way, and the air was filled with the sounds of cicadas, 
crickets and frogs.
	From the open door of a church hall, the sweet 
acapella strains of Sacred Heart singers rehearsing their unique 
four-part harmonies floated out on the sweetly scented air as I 
passed.
	Made my way onto the Johnson Creek Bridge and 
stood looking into the black, deadly water below.  A raven 
flapped by my head, startling me.  I looked around, but the 
only other soul for miles was someone in a midnight blue 
Crown Vic watching me from the other side of the bridge.  My 
walk back to the rental car was uneventful, and I'm heading 
back to my hotel room in Charleston. Trinity's a nice place to 
visit, but I don't want to spend the night here.  At least, not 
alone.

        P.S.  Buck's Gas was having a sale on T-shirts, so I got 
one for you.  It says:
                "I sold my soul
                to Lucas Buck
                and all I got was
                this lousy T-shirt!"

 
Sr. Revilia Grimm, president
Chapel of the West Academy of Divine Sciences
and Auto Upholstery
From:	srgrimm@teleport.com (Sister Grimm)