Each time I pass by the old relic sign of the Keller Hotel, I almost have to convince myself it's the real thing.  That anything so eph...

In the lengthening late summer shadows of a hot August evening in 2006, the finely patinated sign of the Cavalier Hotel caught my eye.  I wa...

I could hear everything, together with the hum of my hotel neon.  I never felt sadder in my life.                                     ...

This is the first in a series of stories I intend to post under the title “Hotel Neon.”  These posts will explore the unique resonan...