A shifting wind whipped paper cups, food wrappers, and the usual urban debris down the dirty street.” (Temple, 2018, pg 305). This attention to detail makes the reader feel like they are on Beale Street with Michael.
He rolled out of bed, anxious to hear what the big man had to say after so long without contact. His heart rate was up. He was now wide awake, jumping into and out of a cold, quick shower. He dressed quickly, excited and filled with anticipation about Walker’s call.
He had his .357 Magnum, but to be safe, he added an ankle holster with a .32 automatic just inside his right boot. The sides change like the wind, and he didn’t want to walk into the Bottom of the Blues without a plan B. Thirty minutes or so after the call, he was dressed and on U.S. 78, headed north for Memphis. His wiper blades only smeared the bugs on his windshield in a light drizzle that passed quickly. He radioed Cliff and asked him to call Clay about six and tell him that he had the blues and was going to see Super Fly and to send the cavalry if he had not heard from him by nine.(Temple, 2018, pg. 304-305). This shows some of his attention to detail when recounting his