It had been a rainy day that spilled over into the evening shadows. Heading home was a great consolation. We were bringing our daughter home from Nashville after four expensive years in college. I needed a financial windfall. I found it here. The overly plump lady who checked us in was a bowlful of fun that helped us relax after six hours of stiffly bored bodies in a Saturn. The use of a shower with a good head was a blessing that always tops my list of "have to haves." While Brinkley isn't known for its restaurants or nightlife, the TV in the room could get Little Rock and I bet on a better night Houston and Dallas. Now that's living!

The owner tried to upcharge me on my room but luckily he forgot by check out time. This is the kind of break on the road that makes traveling such a dream. Hanging up my clothes on the sturdy hangers (that, fortunately, can't be stolen) gave me a sense of comfort and security that allowed me to revel in the 15 by 22 foot room. A suite, no, but then all the rooms are the same size. That's fair and I like it! We had a king size bed and I need that. So does my wife because my snoring doesn't sound as loud at that farther distance. It's these little things in life that make it all worthwhile. If God was a hotel builder, he would have stopped after he finished his work in Brinkley, Arkansas. This world seems to revolve around instant gratification and entitlement for any and every thing. When you stay at this place, you'll have extra money to do other things like eating and buying hotel rooms in other towns.