After the highways raised above the swamp, after the ragged trees, after Lake Pontchartrain pulled away to our right, we’ve reached hotel strip land.
Joy: My hair is curly in Louisiana.
The rooms face an interior courtyard, partly occupied by a CPR class. Each student, ensconced on the floor, has a device to keep her as far away from Annie’s mouth germs as possible. Annie is inanimate, but who knows what she picked up along the way?
Tomorrow Todd will become an Annie of sorts, the Annie of balance tests.
The doctor’s advice: Eat a light lunch. No liquor, no medication.
Your post triggered a memory, Beth. On the way around Florida to visit the Mardi Gras in 1973, my car started acting up. I stopped at an Exxon station in Baton Rouge, and the guy hired me. I worked for him for four months until saving up enough to continue on. It took a while working sixty hours a week at a dollar sixty an hour. The station was on Airline Highway or Blvd. I can’t remember which, and I stayed in an old man’s junk yard across the street from the station. 🙂
Bernard, I wonder if the station was near where the rental car companies are now.
That’s a great memory and probably would be good fodder for a story. Where were you headed in the long term?
To California.