On Saturday night I am singing at a wedding in Marin County,
oh so close to the old stomping ground of Petaluma.
Knowing the wedding won't be done until the wee hours of the morning,
I opted to find lodging for the night
as opposed to dragging this exhausted frame home to San Jose
long after bedtime.
Looking online, there were some extra fancy places and some seedy-looking flophouses
and then I found an Inn that looked just right:
there amidst all of the comments
both positive, negative and downright Homeric was this gem:
"The sun rose in the morning and set in the evening. There was Peace and Plenty."
I sighed and smiled, rubbing my warm belly as Baby O kicked and turned.
Has there ever been a wiser, more poetic lodging review?