NON FICTION

"(confessions in stone)

when you're flying from seattle to portland, oregon, as you turn to make your final approach into the airport from the east,there, outside the airplane windows, right below you... there it is:

a vision of white battlements and towers. narrow white turrets and a drawbridge that spans a murky lake, its water pooling around a crumbling stone ruin. at one end stands a massive round keep.
there, in the hills above the blue-collat town of camas, washington, where most of the days the air smells like the sour cream from the paper mill, there it is:
a castle.
a big castle. a real castle."
C. Palahniuk