The Parking Garage
The road twisted down into the open mouth of the parking garage. Slow. Slow. Slowly descending into the earth.
The road twisted down into the open mouth of the parking garage. Slow. Slow. Slowly descending into the earth.
“If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way
This is the Lamp-Lite Motel (or at least the sign) along US 51 in Portage, Wisconsin. Now, I have to