Every story has a murder

I got to marquette around 5pm in the afternoon on Saturday. It’s a 6 hour drive from waterford, mi and I stopped several times to take wendy on little interesting romps in the mini forests near rest stops.

When I got here it was too dark to tell if it was good but we saw some things along the way and I had feelings throughout that indiciated mostly good.

We looked at two apartments/houses in the downtown area with year long leases, low ceilings and overpriced, although both were magnificent and anyone would be lucky to live in them.

Tomorrow we meet our real destiny at the Brentwood Motor Inn. They don’t even give you a key at the counter, there’s a code that is also your phone number that you punch in the door. If I like the Brentwood Motor Inn I’m going to ask it to marry me. for one month and then re evaluate the relationship.

Today I tried to be kind and patient with everyone I encountered. I assumed good intentions from them and gave the same. My dog stood out in the street in front of a truck that had to stop for some time while he waddled away. I put my hand out and the driver smiled and nodded as he passed. I thought he would be good and I was right.