Blog #4 - Fourth Post

I was on way way back into Finch Pointe from out of town visiting my best friend that lived about 75 miles away. When I was getting close to the city limits of Finch Pointe, there was this guy in an old beat-up pickup truck that rolled down his window and motioned for directions. When I rolled down my window, he said, "I am trying to find this hotel in Finch Pointe and I am getting really frustrated that I cannot find it." I then asked, "Do you have an address of the hotel because I can use my GPS to help get directions for you?" He responded, "Those GPS things are spooky because they talk and they can track where you are and you do not even have to tell it anything." I said "Well, it helps me get to where I am trying to go." He told me, "the address is 1775 Black Avenue."

Blog # 3 - Third Post

I was looking for something fun to do this evening so I decided to go to the carnival. When I arrived at the carnival, I was shocked to see that the the food trailer was on fire. I decided that I would go back on home because I did not want to get mixed up in this catastrophe. While I was still standing at the carnival entrance there was this this other guy that had apparently been there a little bit longer than I had. I asked him whether he knew how this fire had gotten started. He said "oh well those people that work in the food trailer do not know how to cook safely." He then also said, "Something was too greasy and it caught on fire." Then I said that sounds like a pretty typical scenario of how a kitchen fire gets started. I then asked him what his name was and he said Drexel DeQuarious. I said it was nice to meet him.

Blog #2 - Second Post

During my lunch break, I headed to Bob's BBQ restaurant for some delicious BBQ. While I was standing in line to order my BBQ, someone started to tell me his story about how he was walking down the street yesterday and saw two pork chops fall out of the back of the piggy wiggly truck. At first I was not very interested in this stranger's story but as he got into the story I became very fascinated. He then said instead of just walking past the pork chops that were in the middle of the road, he went and picked up the pork chops and took them home with him. He took them home and made them for his dinner. I asked him what his name was and he said J.J Carlyle. I told him thank you for telling me his story and hope he enjoyed his BBQ.

Blog #1 - First post

This morning started out like any other morning. It was dark and stormy on the first day that mark summer. I had being doing everything as I usually did. I had gotten ready to go to work at the hotel as the manager. As I am turning the corner to go into the hotel parking lot, I get slammed by a big 18 wheel concrete mixing truck. That was the end of me driving the same car that I had driven for 15 years. Everything was different now.