<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Stuart on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/stuart/</link><description>Recent content in Stuart on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/stuart/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Tree of Lights</title><link>/stories/2004/11/22/the-tree-of-lights/</link><pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/11/22/the-tree-of-lights/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Tree of Lights&lt;/strong&gt;
by Stuart
The Tree of Lights by Stuart
Tracy checked the measurements for a third time.  Stretching from
the top step on her ladder, she could just reach the overhead beam in the
two-story high living room in Jim&amp;rsquo;s condominium atop the City Club at the
marina.  The spectacular room overlooked the entire bay, with a view
south past LAX and along the curve of the Los Angeles coast line, with
the cities of El Segundo, Redondo Beach, Torrance, and Palos Verdes clearly
sparkling before her, reflecting the bright sunshine from countless roofs,
windows, and moving vehicles.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>