For many years when we visit Longview, the town where I attended high school, I’ve been renting rooms at one particular Red Lion hotel that’s just a few miles from my Grandma’s house. The hotel isn’t in Longview, it’s technically in the neighboring town of Kelso. But it’s a nice hotel, and the two towns literally run into each other. The fastest route from the hotel to my Grandma’s house includes driving up a road on the boundary. Buildings on one side of the road are in Kelso, those on the other side are in Longview.

Once, only once, I got a room in a different place, a motel even closer to Grandma’s. It cost just as much as a night at the Red Lion, but the rooms were tinier, and everything in the hotel was cheaper looking/feeling.
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