En route to Missouri from Massachusetts to spend Christmas with my wife’s parents in 1984, about 2 a.m., we drove into heavy snow in Ohio. Limited visibility and slippery road conditions forced us to stop at the first motel with a vacancy.
Our motel accommodations included a cold room with lumpy mattresses and at least one family of cockroaches living in the bathroom. Imagine our disappointment the next morning to find three reputable motels within 2 miles of where we’d stayed the night.
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