Same Room with Helen + Gladys
first drink since leaving Boston and believe it or not I couldn't finish it and had to pour about quarter of the bottle down the hopper. The people who ran the Motel also had a gas station where I gassed up. This man's name was Leon and he had come here from New York City. He hadn't lost any of his New York gift for talking and before he got thru with me he sold me an extra fan belt for insurance in case anything went wrong. When I spoke of going thru Needles to get to Barstow - he said that it was entirely wrong and that we should go to Barstow by way of Las Vegas and have breakfast at the Christmas Tree Inn - take in Boulder Dam - see the main street of Las Vegas and then on to Barstow. Well the ladies had to be considered so they had a chance to talk with them at the pool. It seems that the road thru Needles is the hottest part of the desert crossing and you really fry. He finally sold the idea of buying a cake of frozen Ice for $1.50 and said to keep all the windows closed except for the two small ventilator windows in the body of the car. This guy was really a smart operator Figuring everything
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