When you get off the Interstate Highway system, the country becomes a far more interesting place.
We finally did that today, for the first time on this trip, leaving behind all the monotonously lookalike exits to get a taste of yet-to-be homogenized America, where some character still exists.
Our drive across Alabama from Huntsville to Florence on Highway 72 — less than two hours — took us through Decatur, where we noticed this establishment on the side of the road.
I didn’t have time to drop in — I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of makeover, anyway — because I had to get to Florence, get checked in and get myself gussied up for my son’s high school graduation tonight.
Ace won’t be attending that function. He’s more than content, I’m sure, to stay in the air conditioned room, even if it means he’ll be by himself.
The Knights Inn in Florence allows dogs, with a an extra $10 fee, but has a weight limit of 20 pounds, which wasn’t pointed out — neither the fee nor the limit — on the website where I made the reservation.
“What kind of dog do you have?” the desk clerk asked.
“A big mutt,” I answered.
“We have a limit of 20 pounds,” she said.
“Okay,” I said, “then he’s 19 and a half pounds.”
I’m not sure how I will handle it if I get confronted about my 130-pound dog — nearly seven times the limit:
Maybe, “He’s grown a lot since I checked in.”
Or, “He’s actually very small, he just has a lot of hair.”
Or perhaps, “Praise the Lord! He was a Chihuahua yesterday. It’s a miracle!”