Here we were in Flagstaff at a good ol’ run down Mid Century motel: A funky Howard Johnson’s off Route 66 with the Googie-style restaurant attached. It leaned into the empty road, the once-famous Route 66. All the diner seats lined up in a row with no one sitting on them. A place I would’ve loved to sit and drink coffee and chat nonsense with N—there wa…
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