Tax and spend, however, lacks the transparency of straight-up armed robbery: "Nick Shirley Is Gallivanting Through 'Hospice' Centers in Los Angeles".
This is where it all starts. [Nick Shirley is] at what looks like an old, rundown two-story motor inn. The kind you might remember from trips as a kid, where you drove through some sort of an arch into a courtyard sort of parking lot, and all the rooms faced inward.
The problem is that there are no guests, and, astonishingly enough, all the hotel rooms seem to be hospice businesses. There's, like, thirty of them in this one motor lodge.
There are also very many nice, shiny new cars.
Good work, kid. I hope you get the Presidential Medal of Freedom
On the other hand...
I know I post too many reminiscences about my own I’ve here, but … here goes. When Mr. H and I decided to move back to Ohio from Florida, we needed to stay in a motel for one night before moving into the apartment we’d arranged. All the motels were full because of a convention or a sports event, don’t remember now, and we ended up taking a room in a motel at the top of an obscure road we’d never heard of. Turns out it was a welfare motel and calling the room we were in a dump would be an insult to dumps. Needless to say, we got most of our money back and searched until we found a motel in the area that had a room (and there were police cars a few rooms down when we checked out). I can only imagine what those “hospice” motels are like in states where none of the money gets to them.
ReplyDeleteOn the contrary; I encourage readers to share their personal histories. They add a deeper, and relatable, human dimension to the blog.
DeleteI always enjoy your stories Rebecca. You and Mr H have some great stories and you tell them well. Although I think I may have stayed in an even worse motel between Atlanic City an NYC. When the walls start to move you know it is time to go, and we did at 2am.
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