People have said to me, "You grew up living with your mother at a roadside motel in the desert? Isn't that like...?" And I smile and shake my head and say, "It wasn't the same at all. I was never into taxidermy."
I'm Chris, and I spent my childhood living in a motel my family owned in the southwest. This blog is a paean to the joys of the road -- the accommodations, the eating, the exploring, and, sometimes, the cringing.
Postcard of the TraveLodge in Alamogordo, NM, circa 1976. The back of the card reads: "In the morning shadow of the beautiful Sacramento Mountains. Direct dial phones, T.V., refrigerated air-conditioning, heated pool, free reservation service and free coffee in the lobby." It's like a motel haiku.
My wife Alysia is more classy, and blogs about the hotels she grew up in, as well as hotel culture in general. (Yes, we are the Hart-To-Hart of lodging bloggery.) Visit her website at Hotel Me More...
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"You have been a very naughty boy Norman".
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