What is this place, and how did it come to be?

Welcome to "The Old Motel". I'm Motel Chuck, and I run a motel (hence my name). I've been here a little over two years now. During that time, I have have seen and heard a lot of wild things. Many of my friends, upon hearing my tales, have said "You ought to write a book!" Well, fortunately, there are blogs nowadays, and I have finally decided to tell my story (or stories). From this point on, you will learn of the people who live here, what they do and say, and what I see and hear. Some of it is truly beyond belief. But before you can know what I do, and what this place truly is, you need to know what it was, and how it came to be. I will simply tell you now that this motel is NOT a four star destination. It is not the Four Seasons, the Palmer house Hilton, nor even a Holiday Inn. It is one of those motels, and as a result, it is a very colorful place.

I will try to write everyday, but there may be times, especially over the weekends, when I free myself from the keyboard, and live my life. I hope you will subscribe, and follow my stories. I welcome comments.
And now, if I may, I would like to enlighten you on the history of the place I now call home.

Thanks for reading,
Motel Chuck

MOTEL HISTORY: CHAPTER ONE

...Once upon a time, in a world without interstate highways, there was a rural state road. And on that state road was a truck stop. It was a simple place, where truckers and other travelers heading north could stop for a bite to eat. The diner was a lone outpost -an oasis if you like- on the road between the land of Lincoln and the land of cheese....

Then President Eisenhower said "Let there be highways!"

And the truckers said "So long, state roads!"

And the truck stop owner said "Where's all my business?"

And the tumbleweeds said "WE are your business!"

And the truck stop owner said "Screw this! I'm outta here!"

And then along came a man and his son, who saw potential, and decided to purchase the fledgling truck stop. The property was sold, and converted into a nice, quaint motel. A second building was constructed, and the business grew. Several decades of prosperity ensued. People traveling out of the city could stay and rest, and enjoy the acres of state owned wetlands that surrounded the property. It was a nice retreat. It was a beautiful place to visit.

A wonderfully eccentric couple, the Johnsons, managed the property during that time. They treated the place as their own. They eventually leased the entire property from the owners, and took possession of the business itself . They loved what they did, and also loved each other very much. They even had a second wedding so they could renew their vows. The Johnsons became well known in the community, and promoted their business. The townspeople, guests, and visitors enjoyed the Johnsons' collection of classic and unusual cars. Often, these cars were parked in front of the motel, so as to grab the attention of passersby. It worked, and the motel became a minor tourist attraction. Everyone was happy, and everything was great.

And then, tragedy....