The sign for the Moon Motel in Howell, New Jersey.
This classic bit of moteliana conjures up images of lunar journeys, space exploration, and truckers on waterbeds watching color TV. The future never looked brighter!
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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