Enos Strate was packing his suitcase. After thirty years with the L.A.P. D. he had retired and was going home. He had done what he thought he needed to back then. Instead of wasting his life chasing Dukes all over Hazzard County and padding Boss Hogg's fat pockets he had taken a chance and caught real crooks and solved real crimes. Now he was going home with just what he came with. In the bottom of his suitcase he placed his old Hazzard County deputy's hat. Next an old photo dated 1980 of a beautiful young women with long legs smiling at him. He wondered if she she would still be there. He finished packing. His cab to the airport pulled up in front. He was on his way home.
Several hours later at the airport in Atlanta he rented a car and began the long drive. Several hours later he finally he finally came to State Highway 30 turnoff. Hazzard 20 miles. Late that afternoon he crossed the Hazzard County line. He thought of an old expression some people used to use. "You are now entering Hazzard. Please set your watch back twenty years." He turned the car down a familiar road. He was amazed that he still remembered the way to the Boars Nest after all this time. A few miles down the road his amazement turned to shock and disappointment when he saw the burned out shell of a building at the end of the road. All that was left was two walls, part of the roof and a big no trespassing sign. Sadly, he turned, the car towards town
The town square looked almost the same. He noticed a few changes though. The Woolworths were he used to shop was a Dollar store. The bus station was gone, an antique and gift shop now occupying the building. The old courthouse looked the same, with the flags flying in front Around the corner Cooter's garage looked just as he remembered. Enos parked the car and went in to say hello to an old friend..
