RURAL WRITES

| RURAL WRITES | G.A. SCHEINOHA CONTRIBUTOR Call it serendipity. The kind of chance encounter which gets a body to thinking. Sitting in one of the horizontal parking slots alongside the Lakeside marina, devouring a Gilles burger, the name practically jumped out at the eyes. A small boat bobbed listlessly in the gentle current rippling through the harbor. Across its stern was festooned