It’s probably been thirty plus years, at least, since anyone has said that here. But at one time, this was a bustling stop on a highway that was once a major route from hither to yon.

Why did the farmer cross the road? To ask the guy with the camera why he was taking a picture of his barn.

When there are many motels to choose from, what might make someone pick one over another, especially after driving for hours late into the night?