I love old motels, with those vintage signs. I wonder what they were once like. And what goes on there now, if they have stories to tell. Sometimes all that’s left is a shambling ruin. A motel ghost. But they speak to me.
I want to travel on an outdated highway that was bypassed by an Interstate, and sleep only in such motels that remain open.
But I would probably get lice or bedbugs.
:(
