“How you been? I’m ok. Can you meet me at the Silver Bell? Yep,
the old motel. I’ll pull down the shades, maybe straighten up a little.
Don’t keep me waiting; it’s a wicked wait at the Silver Bell–I’m
digging a hole to hell here…promise me you won’t be late.
Please love, don’t be late.”
~Patty Griffin, taken from Silver Bell
A motel marquis pierces the skyline on Interstate 80 west of York, NE calling all who are lost and lonely.
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