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New Book Club Set for April 11
Mar 1st 2018
Are you a reader? Do you have a seemingly unending bank of books that you keep meaning to read but never seem to get around to it? Do you enjoy intelligent conversation with people the things you read?
If you said “yes†to any of these, the Writing Lounge Book Club invites you to join us the second Wednesday of each month as we discuss a new and interesting selection!
Our Wednesday, April 11 meeting will examine Stephen Hawking’s classic A Brief History of Time. Does time always flow forward? Can we find boundaries to the universe, or is it unending? Are there other dimensions in space? What will happen when it all ends? Find out this and more in this month’s selection, then weigh in with your thoughts at our book discussion on April 11!
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If RCM Was A Kindergarten Class (Valentine's Edition)
Feb 14th 2018
Everybody knows that RCM doesn't celebrate Valentine's Day. What we celebrate mid-February is the 15th, or what is commonly referred to as Half-Priced Chocolates Day. But that doesn't mean we were ALWAYS like that. Before Cupid was stupid and adult life reared its cynical head, our staffers were once innocent little schoolkids who just wanted to share affection and arbitrarily sugary treats in the middle of a school day.
If the RCM staff were members of a kindergarten class....
1. Varyar's valentines to the class would definitely be this:
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Hunt - Epilogue
May 18th 2018
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30 Arodus, 4692 AR; Defender’s Heart, Kenabres
Defender’s Heart was a cramped place even before the fight of the Grey Garrison. Now, however, with both the remaining Crusader force and the mongrelmen trying to all fit in the place, there is barely any moving room. And that does not shine true anywhere more than in the tavern portion of the inn, where dozens upon dozens of men and women all crowd together around the tavern tables. They are all either playing Argus or observing those who do, letting out loud cheers for impressive moves or playful jeers at the losers. It was as if the men and women were all one big family having a family night.