Jarcy's, Part One
I think I packed more fun-filled events into yesterday than I've had in an entire month. I had a check-in from 9:30 until 11:30, which wasn't an exciting time but I did finish a good deal of my book. At lunch in Findlay I had French onion soup, Raisin Bran and cherry pie, an interesting combination of flavors. Then ... it was time for Jarcy's Motel.
The motel is a landmark for anyone that comes to Penn State from Pittsburgh, because it's right on the home stretch and also because it is the shadiest, most run down motel ever in the world. We're usually driving too fast to catch many details, but the eye is attracted to a beat-up trailer with a ton of crap all around the place. Who would want to stay there?, I always ask when we pass it. Last week, Travis had a wonderful idea: make a pilgrimage to Jarcy's and get up close and personal with this hospitality beacon.
The photos begin now: how I entertained myself while waiting to be picked up.I fabricated a lovely bouquet in an ice cream cone with Skittles holding the flowers down.
We drove and drove, and then accidentally passed it because it isn't the most well-marked spot in the world. After finding a parking lot in which to turn around, we spotted free stuff! I can't believe that no one picked up an electric Frosty the Snowman in the midst of July. Shocking!
Obviously this statue of Santa strangling a reindeer was not being given away.
Here we are! Up close and personal with the ghetto trailer. The closer we got to it, the more nervous we became.
A side view of the welcoming doorway. Let's play I Spy, shall we? I spy ... a gasoline can, a lawn mower, a bottle of propane or something as flammable, a grill, a shoebox, lots of bags, a coffee cup, and a beating pole.
The cul-de-sac actually didn't look too bad. They even prettied up the planter in the middle with a plastic pink flamingo. And a large cross.
We fled like Sir Robin after about a minute in this place. Brave, brave Sir Robin. I felt so wimpy. I didn't want to die!

1 comment:
Hey,
I'm a Port Matilda native, and if you want the real story on Jarcys Motel then feel free to email me sometime at b.maynardii@gmail.com
thanks
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