My friends are a micro google: In our small town by a lake, which we prostitute the area to tourists every summer, there a is a special moment in September when all time stops and the locals are allowed to experience the reason why we live here year around. The lake is still and quiet. One can make a left hand turn anywhere in town without a wait. Sounds and sights seem to freeze in moments of beauty again. And now, the gatherings start. As a example, I learned tonight that the women who played June Cleaver in the show Leave It To Beaver always wore a pearl necklace to cover up a scar on her neck that was from a car accident.