“What Was it Like?”
I visited the hotel that I’ve always stayed at in Syracuse. I was second in line so the young girl at the counter went through the closing talk about breakfast and where the ice machines and vending machines were located. When I stepped up in line I mentioned that she didn’t have to tell me all about the place as I’d been staying there since about 1992. “Oh my God!” She exclaimed. “I wasn’t even born yet. What was it like?” I turned and looked at the lobby. “It was just like this,” I said. But I had obviously blown her mind. “I can’t believe you’ve been coming here since way back then,” she said. “Before I was born. That’s crazy to me!” I laughed. “There was a lot going on as we waited for you to arrive,” I said. She laughed. “But like all the bricks and stuff were here? Just like this?” I was a little confused by her reaction. Did she think that we lived in bamboo huts way back in the 90’s? “It’s been updated a few times,” I said. “But yes, it looked just like it does now.” She ran my...