No Place Special
I don’t leave New York all that much. Last week I went to California. I’ll just say: I didn’t fare so well. And I really do think there was something wrong, perhaps even deadly, about that hotel. I also had a layover in Phoenix. Here are photos.

The ground in Phoenix

The ground above Phoenix

In California: art, comforter

A theme park, in the distance; will not go

The view, not much during the day

The view, decidedly better at night

Me, with the view; no, not for The Mirror Project

Room service was good, and as expensive as your dad warned

Now might be a good time to call for help

Directions to the wine country; no, just to less-tasty meeting rooms

Warning signs: 1) no smoking, obviously; but what about 2 and 3?

Warning signs: 2) don’t drink in this hotel, or else

Warning signs: 3) this hotel can kill every living thing

I lived on the thirteenth floor