MaryAnne Coltrane looked around the bustling square as she chewed on her fried dough and rubbed her fingers together over her paper plate to get the excess sugar off. Rosco was pulling out all the stops for this grand re-opening of the Hazzard Hotel. She had to admit the new building was beautiful, but she wondered if lil' ol' Hazzard really rated for having a four story hotel. Rosco musta confused four story for four star. Khee! She had no doubt the hotel would do business, but if he never made a dime on the place, he'd make up for it by the shindig that was taking place now. The square was full of people, decorations, concessions, kids running amok. It was a cheerful, carnival atmosphere, yes for a new hotel. Hazzard folk will celebrate anything. Of course, the cause of the fire that took the old building down remained suspicious even after a year. Most everybody just dismissed it as accidental. The building was old and the electrical was never brought up to current code. MaryAnne couldn't recall, however, if a cause of the fire had ever actually been determined. Nonetheless, a brand spankin' new building now stood in the spot where the old hotel had been. Hopefully, MaryAnne thought, it'll be here for another 100 years. Her fried dough eaten, MaryAnne deposited her empty plate into a nearby trash can and wiped her hands on a napkin. She then headed toward the hotel, curious to see if the inside was as grand as the outside. (cue anyone!)