A Widow’s Rage
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.
They had horses, chickens and lots of dogs, which I love the most. The property was luscious green as well as the rest of the state. On my down time I found myself in two pretty close cities— Mobile, Alabama & Pensacola, Florida. Neither city disappointed me. Mobile had a very New Orleans flair to it, and from what I was told, they originated a lot of culture that New Orleans is famous for. Pensacola was as beautiful as I expected. I was able to get some beautiful shots of the sun setting on the gulf while eating dinner.
Ok, let’s get to the investigation. As I pulled up to this grand home, along with its sprawling property, I thought to myself…wow! I couldn’t imagine such a gorgeous old home like this could have any problems. Boy was I wrong! After I interviewed the client and she explained everything that was happening, I said to myself, “what the hell are you still doing here?” I was shocked that she was still alive after what happened to her. I will say this; she was a small woman full of fire. I give her so much credit for battling this and not giving up. I absolutely loved her husband. He reminded me of what men are, and what we do. I will say this; Amy couldn’t have been more spot on. She never ceases to amaze me, and the more I work with her, I find myself asking questions that I would never have asked anyone before. So much for being a skeptic. Till next time, stay safe……….SD