The tale of how I was almost eaten by a bear while wearing a nightgown.
My buddy Chef called me one day and told me that a woman he had worked with in the hotel industry had purchased an old plantation hotel near Waynesville North Carolina and she was needing good people to come run it. She tapped Chef, and he tapped me as I had experience general managing historic hotels.
Long story short, I took the job, packed my trailer and hit the road.
So that's the scene. Western North Carolina very close to the Tennessee border near Asheville.
I rented a house midway between Asheville and Waynesville. It was in the big middle of a bunch of farms, so it was fairly isolated, and DARK.
I also still smoked cigarettes at the time, and that plays an important part in the story.
