THIS IS MY FINAL ‘WARM UP” POST THE BLOG STARTS BACK IN FULL SWING 8 DAYS FROM NOW ON JUNE FIRST. IF I AIN’T WARM BY NOW...
Good Morning and a Happy Saturday to you ma’am!
I have finally found something to collect - pictures of old motel signs! Sad, but not as sad as pictures of lost cat posters. We know nothing about the missing cats - but everything about these hotels, if we choose to find out. I’m too lazy to delve into that sort of research commitment, so I’ll do what I usually do - I’ll make something up. I got the images from Google, but some day hope to travel up and down US 301 taking my own pictures - I’d better hurry , as for most of them now look like our poor thing here. Not much left.
US 301 runs from Glasgow, Delaware to Sarasota, Florida. It used to be a major tourist route before the interstate and Disney . It’s still used heavily by locals and truckers, but the day of the classy roadside motel is long gone - all of that has moved to the interstate where they all look the same and they all taste like chicken. But when I was a kid in the early 60’s they all where magical - whimsical - designed to draw the road weary traveler ( with the aid of his children’s coaxing) “They have a POOL Dad” and “They have COLOR TV! LOOK a Putt Putt golf!”
And for folks of my parents generation the promise of a clean room with no bedbugs and prostitutes hanging around was a delightful benefit of the post WWII boom times. Times that didn’t last very long. Nothing lasts forever except the fact that it will all change.
One thing certainly has changed, and for the best. Even though they are as corporate as you can get, the chain hotels that cross this great land of ours are the nicest, cleanest and most consistently well maintained and managed properties that have ever had the distinction of being our country’s temporary bedrooms.
Next time you are traveling stay first in a place like the mom and pop notel/motel like the one below.
Nothing fancy - nothing special - hopefully clean and safe, but most likely questionable in that department. The cost - $62.50 a night. Probably an older building with thin walls (making you an unwilling participant in someone else’s low rent rendezvous) - maybe a breakfast buffet - maybe not. It’s all a crap shoot. I hate to say it , but sometimes corporate guidelines can be a good thing for the consumer.
Now look at this other room from a chain Interstate motel. Night and day. Much cleaner - newer, and with no questionable Jesus shaped stain on the wall to wall carpet between the beds. Cost per night $77.95. around $15 more. I think that is a $15 well spent.
Plus, they had an excellent hot full breakfast buffet with a waffle machine, while the cheaper place had stale donuts and weak coffee. That’s worth the extra cost right there. Add in the much newer TV (flat screen) better and firmer beds and an ice -machine that doesn’t seem more like a science experiment, and it’s definitely worth the extra cost. With the debate of national vs local put to the side - the old adage still rings true “Ya get what ya pay for”
Clean, new sheets - quiet rooms - safe location - all of these, at my age (56) are worth paying for, worth paying for even if you have to go to a national motel chain. Sometimes you have to go with the devil you know.
You can’t just stay home.
Living with pd is an eternal search for the perfect motel. Some nights you find a good mom and pop with the best waffles in the tri-state area, and some nights you wind up in a clean, nice (but way overpriced) chain - clean, nice, but bland. And some nights are just the opposite. You never, ever know. I won’t even go into the metaphor I use for my days.
My father was a traveling salesman, and as he got more successful at it he began to stay only in Holiday Inns (at that time the Cadillac of motels) instead of looking for the cheapest place to stay. He was good at what he did - he had paid his dues - he deserved it. At that time Holiday Inn was about the best basic travelers stopover to be found.
I need to find my “Holiday Inn” as far as dealing with parkinson’s goes - But thinking about it even if I didn't have parkinsons, I still would need to find my perfect motel - my “Holiday Inn” Quality, cleanliness, and a fair price. It’s out there and when I find it I’ll be set for a while. For a while - until corporate desires to sell the property to a Pakistani couple and I wake up to the smell of curry and incense. Now, I like the smell of both of those things - just not at these prices.
NOTICE - I WILL BE ATTENDING A YOGA AND SILENCE RETREAT AND WILL BE WITHOUT INTERNET FOR THE NEXT 5 DAYS - BLOG STARTS OFFICIALLY JUNE FIRST!!! DON’T BE LATE.
Abode of Peace, Sukavah Bodeh is a Yoga Retreat / work in progress / under the ownership and direction or a longtime friend of the family, Brenda Star Walker. What started out as just a yurt on a little bit of land in south Georgia (just north of Macclenny) to a permiculture, counterculture, ancient culture, oasis for all of us here in Duval. I will be staying in a small cabin for around five nights doing the following...
#1 NOT TALKING
#2 PRAYING MEDITATING AND JUICE FASTING
#3 FINISHING MY BOOK.
Don’t worry Mom there is a caretaker on premises so I won’t be totally alone. This will be my first time staying there - I am excited. You can look forward to a full report when I get back.
Until Sunday June 1st...
PS... Please keep a healing thought in your heart for my friend Heidi - who had a small accident yesterday and is on the mend. Feel better soon good Heidi!
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\