LIVING IN LEMURVILLE

Welcome to Lemurville! We're a small community just outside the historic ghost town of Garnet, Montana. The community is still small, but growing rapidly due to our low taxes, inexpensive property and pristine environment. What we lack in water resources is offset by the sense of community that permeates "our" world. There's no crime here and all the wildlife that isn't perceived as a threat to lemurs, or too valuable to live, still exists here - to delight our residents. So far we don't have any professionals (only retirees) in our community because they want to live where they can make lots of money. But that's changing because we have good skiing nearby and hope to be like Aspen, where subsidized professionals can afford a lift ticket and live close enough to town to be of assistance to those who may hurt themselves enjoying the remarkable lifestyle we enjoy here, Here we don't suffer most of the problems the outside world experiences. There is no racism, sexism, agism, or any of the other 'isms that afflict most of society. There are no class issues because we're all rich, except those who provide for our needs and they don't live in town. We don't exist in the real world because we can afford not to. There was one old man who lived here once. He had been a professor at one of the univerities when the depression hit. With an income, he paid the taxes of those who couldn't and became a timber baron. He became the richest among us, then found his lemurity as his time grew short. He'd already won the chess, monopoly and dominance games we all love so much. I met him in the rain. He couldn't walk so well and asked me to help him wade the mud up the hill. Then, I was a healthy, strong young man. I took the baron's arm and helps him navigate the mud he'd largely been responsible for creating. Of course, I knew of him prior to our first encounter. The Lemurville Light (our local newpaper) had writtten of his business ventures and the horrible tragedies that befell his family. There was the woman he loved, the children who died... and the one left behind who learned that nothing can insulate you from reality. In Lemurville we easily tire of writing. eating, speaking and breathing.. Then we wander over the hill to the ghost town.