Chapter 11: Jim Croce & My Tropical Fish
A final visit with my family before the long haul to Finisterre. 250 down. 750 miles to go.
The hotel is at the end of a long boulevard. I step into the lobby. It is clean and modern. Surfaces are trim and shiny. There is a revolving door. There are leather couches and empty espresso cups and businesspeople with their legs crossed speaking in lowered voices.
I must be a sight for the clerks at the desk, not to mention the other guests. I haven…
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