But it didn't look like Lenore and it didn't say "Nevermore". It apparently was a homeless idiot heading up to the next exit for a drink. With an inappropriate comment about road sense and whatever immigrant that was, I changed lanes.
I pulled off the freeway at the main exit and got up to my hotel, only to find the registration desk closed. Huh? I knocked and I knocked, but no one ever came out to check on me. I looked around to see if they had left me a key, but no such luck. A Cop showed up and asked me what I was doing there. I mentioned I had just flown in and supposedly had a reservation. He didn't believe me and asked me if the heap outside was mine. I said it was a rental and reiterated that I had a reservation. He told me to move on before he admitted me to HIS hotel. So, I did.
I pulled into a 24 hour diner to bide my time. As I was drinking the watered down coffee, a guy that was as dirty as a chimney sweep came in. He'd definitely had been in the liquor and started flirting with the waitress. About that time, the same Cop from the hotel shows up. I was really beginning to feel like Charlie Daniels about this point.
So, Ol' Harry left and headed up into the hills. Maybe I could find some peace and quiet. It was almost sunrise, so I figure I might as well see what kind of show I could see. I've always been a sucker for a good light show. I find a pull off that has a good view of the valley and change the radio to one of the NPR stations. The sounds of morning birds chirping came out of the speakers. I shut off the motor, sat back and watched something better than Super IMAX.
It really became a relaxing trip. And the wedding I attended was beautiful, too.
It's come to the end of the line for this Harry segment. Remember to take your Geritol. and you too could rock like Keith Richards.
Good night and sweet dreams