deeply engrossed or absorbed:
a rapt listener.
transported with emotion; enraptured:
rapt with joy.
showing or proceeding from rapture :
a rapt smile.
carried off spiritually to another place, sphere of existence, etc.
We enter through “apt”, which leads to rapt which implied rapture per above definition. We begin, in others words, in Arkansas, the end (at least before the 3rd US tile, beginning in Maryland). We must show this up front. Then this…
That’s the only rapt/ in the US, population place wise. There’s also only one rapt/ in Winesap, and it is also the only apt/, remembering this.
Apt just below Jonesboro
Rapture IN has a lone variant name of Winfield. It has come up in this list before, along with wick/ and also, perhaps meaningful now as well, Gate City VA.
Here’s the matching Winesap sentence again…
The piece of glass broken out at the corner of the window just nipped off the bare heel of the boy standing motionless and looking with rapt eyes into the face of the Christ.
So I suppose we could actually leave AR alone at the beginning of tile 3 and just introduce “rapt” through not “Apt” (AR) but Rapture as variant name of Winfield in IN. Cool — multiple ways to get to the same idea.
Rapture is an unincorporated community in Posey County, Indiana, United States. Rapture is located on Indiana State Road 68, between Poseyville and New Harmony.
The community was originally called “White’s Settlement”, and is one of the oldest communities in Posey County. It was laid out in 1838 by John Cox, and became known as “Winfield”, and also “Bugtown”. Cox Creek run through the community.
CNN reported in 2011 that just one person lives in Rapture, where they own a home, rental property and airplane hangar. The airplane landing strip is known as “Bugtown Airport”.
Rapture was the setting for Terence Faherty’s 1999 novel The Ordained.
Interesting. So I checked out Faherty’s The Ordained. Here’s a blurb from amazon.com…
In 1844, a religious sect founded a small town and held its breath for the Second Coming, when the faithful would be carried to heaven. One hundred and fifty years later, they’re still waiting. Then three people disappear–and some think the prophecy is finally coming true. Ex-seminarian turned sleuth Owen Keane thinks there’s a more corporeal explanation, something to do with a convicted killer’s parole hearing–because there’s nothing very divine about a cold body in a shallow grave. Martin’s Press.
Itinerant sleuth Owen Keane’s life has taken some abrupt turns in five previous novels (The Lost Keats, Deadstick, etc.), which have chronicled a believable life odyssey and delivered a handful of satisfying mysteries. He’s lost his religious faith, his girl and most of his more loving impulses. Now Owen is in Indiana to testify at the parole hearing for convicted killer Curtis Morell–to make sure the parole doesn’t happen. Owen runs into Morell’s daughter Krystal, the local doctor in Rapture, a town founded by a religious sect which, a century and a half ago, held its breath for a Second Coming. Waiting in vain, most of the faithful remained in Rapture, devoting their lives to making ornately artistic coffins. Now, after an older woman and then a young man vanish, followed by Krystal herself, many see signs of urgent summonses from God. A local woman even claims to see lights in the sky. But the Rapture cops and Steve Fallon, a DEA official, have a more earthly explanation for the lights: drug planes are descending on Rapture. Is there a new kind of ecstasy to be found in this sleepy town? Without credentials, Owen functions on the fringe of the investigation. He talks to the chilling Morell and gets shot down flying shotgun in a small plane. He takes to Krystal and clashes with Fallon. He scoffs at the notion that aliens are flashing lights but accepts the dignity with which the believers once waited for their miracle of deliverance. He’s an odd bird in an equally odd series, one that is consistently low-key, gently thoughtful and enlightening. (Dec.)
The Owen Keane series:
(to be continued)