9/15/2011 3:30 a.m.

Night time is really the best time to work.  All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep.

    So last night while I was at work a fire started right in the middle of town. I work in a central hub in the community I live in. I work at a little breakfast joint in the middle of our town. We are one of the few places open around the clock, and when I say a few I mean like 2. 

      Anyways off topic. I was standing outside smoking a cigarette with my cook during our dead time when he drew my attention to the red cloud of smoke not to far from where we were. It was after the bar rush that we get so it was around 3:30 am while the rest of our little town is sleeping that White Hall, a old church that is right next store to our courthouse caught on fire, bursting into flames almost instantly.
       One of my regular customers took off to investigate and sent me a couple of pictures of her standing right across the street at the same time the fire fighters where closing off the roads and trying their hardest to put out the fire before it overtook this house of God leaving behind nothing but ashes.

      I am still amazed at what the rest of the world misses while they are safe in their beds. I love working the graveyard shifts. I love being wide awake and able to see what I see at night. It was awesome to know before everyone else in this town, and it felt good to have witnessed something that would have been ignored normally to the dark.

The day has eyes; the night has ears.