So I freshened up at the Let ‘em lie, Let ‘em die Motel (or
was it the other way around?) and headed
down to the lobby. Outside I noticed a
sign on the front lawn of the motel. I
still wasn’t sure where Mr. LaPierre’s Neighborhood was, but it was apparent
North Korea knew – and was here.
There was a loud din coming from the pool area so I ducked
in to see how the swim meet was going.
Good lord.
It’s always something….
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