About The Hermit
Written by CB Potts
31 pages / 10700 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-442-7, 1-60370-442-6
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Dieter Reichsberger is the Community Liaison for Camelot Power, who are planning to put a windmill energy farm in Alburg. Dieter needs to convince the folks in town that the farm is a good idea, but that turns out to be a lot harder than he thought. There's one man whose opinion might away the others, though, so Dieter goes looking for Ethan Morgan, who lives outside out the Adirondack town.
While Dieter tries to persuade Ethan to help him, the two men discover they have a lot in common, and a lot of chemistry. While their relationship heats up, so does the dispute over Dieter's company's farm, where sabotage has been happening. Ethan and Dieter have to find out who wants to stop the windmills, and discover each other. Will either the farm or the relationship last?Sample
People will tell you that the world’s gotten smaller. There’s a fundamental sameness about things now -- globalization, the internet, the relative ease of travel, and half a dozen other factors have all worked together to ensure you can get a Big Mac in Beijing and wireless access in the Appalachians.
Gone, we’re told, are those things that make us unique. The essential characteristics of a region are being smoothed over, eased away, erased. The family diner is supplanted by Starbucks. The local Mom & Pop grocery has been replaced by a Super Wal-Mart. The power of commerce is transforming us into one big, seamless, plastic family.
It’s a nice theory, and honestly, I can see the attraction. When you’re on the road as much as I am, it’s easy to see the pervasive spread of the worst aspects of our culture. There’s a definite dulling of the cultural colors as a whole: an overwhelming urge to conform and fit in is transforming us into a nation of beige.
I don’t think, though, that the transformation will ever be complete. We’re never going to have that "melting pot" image where everyone’s got a white picket fence and two point two kids and smiles at their neighbors.
Thank God. I’d have blown my brains out a long time ago if I’d thought that was the case.
And then I never would have met Ethan.