I pulled over for the sign...
and returned from confusion. The sign says Sagamore, or so I thought. A friend pointed out that maybe it was an N instead of an M. It's both. What was once the Sagamore turned into the Sagano but is now called the Sunset Motel by the woman inside. I tried to ask her a few questions about the history but she wasn't talking. It was cold in the office and after a minute of her blankly staring at me, she wrapped her jacket tight, waved me off and returned to the other room. The door closed tight leaving me standing there on the other side of the bullet proof-ish plexiglass, alone. I was the least of her worries. Too bad as I had a whole story ready in my head to see a room but she wasn't having any part of that. Next time.
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