The Poconos

Spent much of day at my boss's house in the Poconos. It's a beautiful place, on a hill near a lake, with a cascading fountain in the garden and a huge deck that makes you feel as though you're sitting suspended in air. Shades of Agatha Christie. The place just calls out for a story about secrets and anger, conspiracy, mystery and murder. Unfortunately, the folks at the party are such a good bunch I couldn't possibly use any of them as characters in good story. Time to put my thinking cap on and come up with a whopper of a tall tale!