So I have a job interview tomorrow. And I am afraid.

I am afraid that they will offer me a job.

I live in Reno, a small town on the far western edge of Nevada on the same corridor as San Fransisco and Sacramento. I've lived here  almost all of my life. I really do love it here.

Reno is a "small" town, but its pretty big for one. The area has about 300,000-400,000 people, I think, depending on who you talk to. Reno itself has about 150,000.

The weather is always nice. Its just cold enough to get a bit of snow in the winter, and the summers are mild. I think Reno is a great alternative for those seeking to get out of the cold weather. Traditionally, these people move to LA, or Phoenix, or Las Vegas. LA is undesirable for many rasons, and if you've ever been to Phoenix or Las Vegas in the middle of the summer, could you imagine living their for the entire 3 month season?

I'll never forget in my entire life turning on the TV and seeing the stark headline on the screen:

Anna Nicole Smith, dead at 39

When I was watching the TV, there were few details about her death; it was at a hotel, and she collapsed. She was pronounced dead at the scene. Little has changed in the past 6 hours, and trust me, I have been following along every minute.

The beautiful goddess that captured the heart of America is gone. This story will be big news because it is big news. She was a very public figure, and in many ways, her personal struggles mirrored the struggles of many Americans.

Is that you never, ever want to yell in a hardware store.

When I was 18, I think I was a strapping guy. I was very popular with girls and had a lot of friends. I had a good job in IT while I went to a top-tier college for CS. I did the normal kids stuff. All of that changed one day.

It was another cold (hot) and snowy day when he (she) woke up and looked out of the window (door). There was a deep fog that prevented (hindered) him from seeing the house (condo) across the street (freeway) from his (her).

He didn't (did) really know (estimate) how much snow (ice) was on the ground or if he'd even have to dig his car (horse) out to get to work (play).

Note: The contained text is a story, not a how-to on writing a short story.

The last guy to leave the bar left at 1:50. I locked up the door after him and started to do the tedious end-of-night chores. I was starting the chores about 25 minutes before I normally do, though, so I was at least happy with the prospect of going home early.

I went into the bathrooms and got the trash out of the trash cans. I tied up the bags, went outside the door, and walked across the cold and icy parking lot to the dumpster to throw the bags in. It didn't look like there was another soul in the dark dank parking lot, although it was tough to see because the only light was the dim reflection of our neon-red sign that identified the bar as the "Dew Drop In."

I stepped back in the bar, and began to wipe the counters down. A gentle melody of a Gordon Lightfoot song was playing in th ebackground. Suddenly, someone walked through the door.