Globe Arizona

Lee and I were just outside of Globe Arizona and we needed a room for the night. We ended up at the Econo-lodge, which looked nice enough on the outside. Now that I think about it didn’t look nice at all, but I wasn’t complaining. It was Lee’s call, Lee’s money, Lee’s film.

The room was cheap, forty bucks plus tax, and Lee was happy about that. When I walked into the room it looked nice enough, a little run down, not quite to my taste. There were two rooms. The first room had a queen size bed and the second room had two queen size beds. The first room was much nicer than the second room.

“Which room do you want?” Lee asked.

“I’ll take this room.” I picked the first room.

The more we looked around the more we realized the place was a dump. Lee refused to sleep in the either of the queen size beds in his room, for fear of the unknown. Instead he grabbed a cot that he kept in his car to keep his gear off the ground and slept on that. It was pretty bad. It smelled like cigarette smoke. I could smell alcohol on the sheets. We slept with one eye open.

At three in the morning I heard a car pull up. It sounded like an older car, a gangster car. I heard knocking on the door to the room next to us.

“It’s your cousin!”

“Who?”

“Your cousin!”

“What do you want?”

            The guy kept knocking, but the cousin inside didn’t answer the door. The knocker finally got back in his car and drove away.
           We woke up at six-thirty in the morning. We packed the car and hit the road.