The Four Horsemen Of The Prairie Are

The Hotel Was Once Where Things Coalesced, Where You Could Meet Both Townspeople And Travelers. Not So In A Motel. No Matter How You Build It, The Motel Remains The Haunt Of The Quick And Dirty, Where The Only Locals Are Chamber Of Commerce Boys Every Fourth Thursday. Who Ever Heard The Returning Traveler Exclaim Over One Of The Great Motels Of The World He Stayed In? Motels Can Be Big, But Never Grand.

No Yesterdays On The Road.

What You've Done Becomes The Judge Of What You're Going To Do - Especially In Other People's Minds. When You're Traveling, You Are What You Are Right There And Then. People Don't Have Your Past To Hold Against You. No Yesterdays On The Road.

What Is It In Man That For A Long While Lies Unknown And Unseen Only One Day To Emerge And Push Him Into A New Land Of The Eye, A New Region Of The Mind, A Place He Has Never Dreamed Of? Maybe It's Like The Force In Spores Lying Quietly Under Asphalt Until The Day They Push A Soft, Bulbous Mushroom Head Right Through The Pavement. There's Nothing You Can Do To Stop It.

You Never Feel Better Than When You Start Feeling Good After You've Been Feeling Bad.