22 February 02025 (Day 4): Postcard from Laughlin, NV
In retrospect, the sign on the door of the motel where I was staying last night designating the building as an official public nuisance, as certified by the Albuquerque Police Department, should have been a bigger red flag than it was. Of course, that designation is only earned for an unnecessarily large number of calls to public safety officials, and what I saw didn't rise to that level. In the room where I was staying last night, the following novel features were not in the brochure: The overhead light fixture was ripped from the ceiling and placed on the coat rack. The smoke detector, hair dryer, and iron had vanished. One of those had the potential to matter. The only shower supply present was a tube of moisturizer. There were also no Kleenices*. Minor irritants, each, and if I'd discovered them all on my arrival, it might have been possible to do something. By the time I made the last discovery, I was too exhausted to care very much--plus the front desk was...