Musings From A Holiday Inn

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Late night at a hotel, just some random thoughts.

Submitted: June 07, 2017

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Submitted: June 07, 2017

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So I am sitting in a Holiday Inn, deep in the heart of Boise Idaho and I couldn't help but get a pen and paper out.

On my laptop I have Van Morrison telling me that there will be days like this. I couldn't help but agree with him. Today was a day that pretty much reminded me that no matter what I think of people, they still have some sort of decency.

I was standing in the Magazine kiosk, looking for a quick read, when I noticed a young woman with a little baby girl. Couldn't have been more than 2 years old. I was watching an exchange that she was having with the manager of a Subway restaurant.

The manager was trying to explain that even though there was a five dollar footlong menu, in actuality those prices were tripled at the airport. It was something that I had been meaning to ask someone in charge of an airport.

Where the hell do they come up with the prices? I mean, do airports consider themselves a separate country?

I put the magazine down and started to walk over to the lady. I couldn't believe that they were raising hell about those prices and that the lady couldn't afford it thanks to their idiotic logic. As I made it over, I noticed a gentleman paid for not only their meals, but a little extra for the little baby. The lady appeared to be grateful, the manager was relieved and the guy felt good for doing a good deed.

I was relieved. Our culture is one of fierce Independence and a little bit of misanthropic behavior on our parts. We are in an age where if you try to do a good deed, you come across as a bad guy or trying to imply something to the opposite of what your intentions were. Sure there are those dogooders that try to spread positivity around, but they are not succeeding.

After I made it to Boise, I took a cab and went to the nearest Book store. It seems like no matter where I go, my first stop is a bookstore. It's like a comfort. Just knowing that, if I don't have my copy of a book on hand, I could find it here. Like an alcoholic with a bar, books are my addiction.

Of course on this site, how could books not be an addiction?

I picked up a copy of an old David Morrell novel. "Extreme Denial" is about an ex spy who has to rescue his girlfriend when she is kidnapped. Of course there is more to it than that, but I love it just because it reminds me a lot of an old school Action Movie. Great action and romance from an acknowledged master. Its fun to read newer books from older writers who have been around. There is a certain curiosity and also the application of "Old Dog learns new tricks". Morrell always amazes me. Highly recommend him. After all, he created "Rambo".

After my jaunt to the bookstore, I went to my hotel. I think a perfect place for a writer is a hotel. It provides a getaway, focus for writing and could lead to inspiration for a new work.

I generally write at my desk in my kitchen. Right next to a fridge with a cold Pepsi ready at a moment's notice.

So I listened to Van Morrison. After he was gone, I heard Sam Cooke come on. He was always one of my absolute favorites. Great singer, always in that Sinatra style of singing. But a hell of a lot cooler than Old Blue Eyes. Normally I'm not one for dancing, but since Sam was singing "Twisting The Night Away" I figured it wouldn't hurt.

So there I was, all alone in my hotel room dancing to a old song.

Nothing sad about that at all.

About that time a lady from housekeeping walked. She caught me Twisting. I was embarrassed.

"I didn't hear you knock." I say.

"It's ok," She said.

"I bet you catch people doing weird things in here all the time," I said.

"An hour ago I walked in on a group orgy," She said.

What do you say to that?

I paused, trying to come up with a line to make this moment not awkward.

I did not succeed.

"Wanna twist?" I asked.

She shook her head and walked out.

Weird moment, yes. But in that moment, I knew what I had to do. It was a requirement and damnit I follow the rules.

I put the song on repeat and danced again.

Not that there is anything wrong with that.


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