Holy crap!

A caffeine suppository for Yom Kippur? Only in Brooklyn.

Hotels: The Bottom of The Barrel

I spent three years as a business road warrior in the Southeast and have done more than my fair share of recreational travel. The two worst hotels I have experienced are:

1. The Good Night Motel, in Birmingham, AL
2. The Howard Johnson's in Salisbury, NC

Both were equally nasty and appeared to have been constructed in the late 1950's, during a strike of skilled construction workers. Both nearly resulted in my untimely death.

The Good Night Motel was the scene of my nearly having been shot in a gang-related theft of a tractor trailer. The details are too bizarre to even attempt to recreate here. The only two things that saved my life were: a) I had a valid driver's license and b) The cops finally showed up. It was one of the strangest nights of my life.

The Ho-Jo in North Carolina was overrun by 30 construction workers, all very drunk and all very Mexican. This was at the beginning of the Mexican-American population explosion. These guys felt like they needed to prove that they were authentic Latin Badasses. I nearly ended up in a fist fight just trying to find the Coke machine.

I left both establishments around 2:00 in the morning. Door wide open and the key in the lock. I figured there was no way someone could break into those rooms and make them any worse.

Oktoberfest is just around the corner!

This year we're thinking about skipping the "flying over water" part and going down to Helen, GA for Oktoberfest. Or, as Germans call it, "Moktoberfest"...

Did Helen need another excuse to drink too much beer?