For this week’s Monday Window challenge, I decided to focus on businesses. All three of these businesses are clustered on the corner of West Street and Chinquapin Round Road. I took them just yesterday.
GarGar and Pirouette were two fun-loving kids from the Coast, travelling cross country in a beat up old Volkswagen van. Fresh out of college and not yet ready to surrender their lives to corporate, wage-slave tyranny, they decided on this road trip one night after splitting a six-pack of beer. This was only their second day on the road and they’d already crossed the Arizona border into New Mexico.
Peering at an old Rand-MacNally road map, Pirouette announced, “Let’s go to Taos!”
GarGar immediately agreed that this was a grand idea, so they took a left at Albuquerque and were on their way. Because it was getting late in the day, they decided to stop at the first gas station they saw and refuel, and then to get a room at the first motel on their route. They could have elected to sleep in the van, but that opened a whole can of worms regarding the proper place to park. Campsites were few and far between, and they charged money too. Park rangers could be downright unfriendly and even though it was late summer, nights could still get pretty darn cold.
So when they saw the sign for the Happy Robert Motor Lodge, they immediately pulled in. The next day, had a devil of time getting GarGar out of bed. She just couldn’t seem to rouse him. No more beer for you! She thought to herself. Even if he only had one or two, it seemed to act as a powerful sedative to her companion.
“Get up!” She shouted. “Time to go!”
Father always ate first, alone at the table. Sometimes, when Mother was finished serving him, he’d invite her to sit with him. On these occasions, he would lecture Mother about whatever he felt it was important for her to know. When he was finished eating, he’d invite the children to sit at the table, and Mother would serve us. Once we were done, Mother would retreat to the kitchen where she would enjoy her supper.
If food was abundant, Father would eat until he was sick. On the other hand, if food was scarce, he would only take a few bites of food before calling us over from the fireplace where we would all be waiting for our turn. Mother always made sure that there was plenty for my older brother, while we were relegated to smaller portions. Often he would get meat and the rest of us had to make do with bread, milk and a few vegetables.
This is my entry for the November 25, 2019 FOTD Challenge.