Let’s see … since I closed on this motel in February, I’ve sheltered travelers from four continents; partied with French bikers; bought a truck; roofed two buildings; rescued a wolf that turned out to be a dog; fostered four kittens (and kept two of them); entertained a stranded Irishman after a volcano, of all things, disrupted air travel; watched a man hop down Route 66 on a pogo stick; celebrated Independence Day with a Japanese rockabilly band; reunited with an old friend I hadn’t seen in 18 years; and made friends with a big-hearted drag queen.
Just when I thought I’d seen it all, a perfectly ordinary-looking Ford Explorer pulled up in front of the Tumbleweed this afternoon and disgorged Alice in Wonderland, the White Rabbit, the Mad Hatter, the Dormouse, and the Cheshire Cat.
The White Rabbit came into the lobby and asked if there was a fee for using the Tumbleweed as a backdrop for some family photographs. I assured him that there wasn’t, so he set up a tripod, and he and Alice organized their brood — tweenie Mad Hatter, 3-year-old Cheshire Cat, and 6-month-old Dormouse — in various poses front of the motel, including one that involved Alice holding a plastic lawn flamingo like a croquet mallet.
They spent about 30 minutes out there, came in and bought some bottled water and postcards in the lobby, shot a few more pictures inside, and headed off toward Tucumcari, where they were planning to spend the night.
Curiouser and curiouser….