This was my first time to New Mexico, and it reminded me a lot of Utah with its picturesque mountains. However, the altitude in Santa Fe had really, really gotten to me, and the crew as well. I have never had altitude sickness before and it kicked my ass! After speaking to some transports that lived there now and they told me it took them a few months to get used to the altitude. I felt better about it. Santa Fe is a very cute, quaint little town with great food, and is a very nice place to visit.
What can I say about Alabama other than the three words that quickly come to mind: oysters, gumbo & crawfish. I haven’t craved for a food like I have since I left those crawfish back there. Alabama was exactly as I had pictured it; I had never been there, but always thought of the movie Forrest Gump when thinking about going there. It did not disappoint. As a matter of fact, the house we were investigating was exactly as I thought a real southern home and its property should look like. Continue reading: A Widow’s Rage »
Well as a kid, all I dreamed about was being a cowboy, and I was lucky enough at the age of seven to got to the game farm in upstate New York which had a western town called Carson city. It looked just like a real life Wild West town. It was great; they reenacted a stagecoach robbery and you got to meet the cowboys afterward. Back then it was the world to me. And as I drove into Virginia City for this investigation it took me right back to the age of seven, it looked like I went back in time 125 years, I loved it. The people in town couldn’t have been nicer; they were sincere and amazing to chat with.
So the team on this case was deep in the heart of Texas just outside of Austin. I can honestly say I didn’t have a bad meal there. Here I go talking about food again…lol. Anyway, I can’t say enough about how friendly everyone was, even to a NY Giants fan like me. The weather changed pretty drastically at times and I couldn’t figure out what to friggin’ wear half the time. Continue reading: Surrounded »
Well we find ourselves back in Georgia for the second time this season. Although, in the southern part of Georgia, just a 90-minute drive from Jacksonville Florida. The town in this case was in Blackshear, Georgia. The homes were old and very southern with spacious porches to relax on. I actually pictured myself hanging out on one of these porches with a drink in one hand and a nice cigar in the other. A far cry from the Brooklyn streets I grew up on, but I could definitely see myself in a town like this. The only problem I had was the lack of good restaurants to choose from. I can only eat so much fried foods….lol.
Wichita, Kansas…well what can I say, it’s flat. However, I loved the older buildings mixed with the new. There was nothing cookie cutter about this town. There were plenty of restaurants to choose from, with many supporting the aeronautic businesses that Wichita is known for. The people were friendly and very passionate about their town. There was a lot of old west history there plus a great living museum of what the town looked like in the 1870’s. It looked like something out of a Hollywood western movie set; it was incredible. Many of the structures were original, and the ones that weren’t were true to scale for the time.
The Dead Files team found us in the Pacific Northwest this investigation, a part of the country I have never been to. It was as beautiful and breath taking as I had expected. There were a lot of small shops owned by locals; I was able to utilize a lot of them during the investigation. The food in town was fabulous; I ate oysters until I passed out. Also, it was also nice going from Oregon into Washington State each day and not having to pay a toll. The northeast should take a lesson from the northwest, and the roads were great to drive on….lol. The other great pleasure of being in the Pacific Northwest was driving through tons and tons of Christmas trees all around the roads I was traveling, it was great.
I felt the sadness of the town; it was everywhere. It was hard to feel o.k. there even during down time. There seemed to be no place to go and it felt a bit stagnant. The people were great, sweet and caring and the homes were beautiful.
The walk was difficult! I felt ill as soon as we left for the walk. The nausea and dizziness grew as we arrived and began the walk. I felt that no one really liked me (the dead) and did not really care to tell me what happened, as if embarrassed or even over it. Grabbing pieces of images and trying to put together the information was too much for me, as the illness became all consuming.
Well, this investigation takes us to one of my favorite parts of the country, North Carolina. We were in a small town just 45 minutes from the Outer Banks beach community. As usual, this part of the country is friendly and hospitable. The whole team even had a chance to meet the Mayor and his wife. They were very nice people who were excited that the dead files team was in town. The town itself was located on a river with very nice homes surrounding the water. The area was loaded with a lot of mom & pop style restaurants with menus you can only find in the south. I haven’t had fried chicken that good anywhere; I would go back just for that.
Utah: when I found out we were going there I was very excited! The Salt Lake, the Church, the city, the beauty… We ended up staying in a tiny town on the outskirts of the city. The tiny town was very pretty with mountains surrounding us. The only problem, it was COLD!
The worst walk EVER!
We were driven to a restaurant far from the hotel, seemingly in the middle of a one stop light town. The beginning of the walk went well. I met a nice dead man named Henry (or is he nice? I am not sure about that). He talked smoothly and swiftly and then spoke a word: MORE. Everything stopped; I was pulled out of my altered state of consciousness where Henry was, and was now standing in the restaurant staring at the cameras and crew.