Yesterday, we drove back out to the Plainfield Pike causeway over the Scituate Reservoir, because this will be the setting for the ghost story. It was raining so hard we couldn't stop anyway. A heavy fog lay across much of the reservoir, and the water was the color of slate. We also drove a little farther south and across the Kent Dam (aka the Gainer Dam). You will recall I used the reservoir and its drowned villages for a story I wrote in April and May, "In the Flat Field."
Last night, I watched Lost Highway (1997) for the first time in many years. I still contend it may be Lynch's finest film.