<?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>Tower015 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/tower015/</link><description>Recent content in Tower015 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2005 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/tower015/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Way Things Work Out</title><link>/stories/2005/03/11/the-way-things-work-out/</link><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/03/11/the-way-things-work-out/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Way Things Work Out by Tower015
I worked landscaping for about 3 weeks in the summer when I was 20.  
I was looking for a job, and the paper had it so I went with it. It was
hard work, but it toned me pretty well and even went so far as to give
me a little more patience than I was known to have.   By the
time we hit Carol&amp;rsquo;s house in the upper class district I figured I could
just about handle anything.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>