B.L. Davenport stood outside the Hazzard Garage finishing getting things ready to open the day for business. Her cousin Cooter Davenport sat in a folding chair leant back on two legs against the big bay doors of the garage as he sipped coffee and ate donuts. "Hey Coot whatcha reckon caused the hotel to burn down?" the blonde Davenport woman asked as she looked the smoking ruins of the building it had been there for as long as she could remember. Cooter thumped the chair legs to the pavement and stood up walking over to B.L. looking at the rising smoke himself. "Nope coulda been the wiring I reckon or maybe lightening from last night's storm hit it" waving at the youngster on the bicycle as he rode by tossing a news paper at their feet, "mornin' Billy". "Mornin' Cooter, Miz Davenport" greeted the freckle faced youngster riding past them splashing through a large puddle that had been left by the storm that had come through town the night before. (Cue Anyone)