I recently took a picture of the perfect neon motel sign: palm trees, moon, & stars conjuring up visions of pleasant nights and sea breezes. Days spent on the beach, metal pails in the sand.
Except that the motel was in Tuscola, Illinois, where the only surrounding seas are those of amber waves of corn. I cannot help but be reminded of the movie Desert Blue, where they once envisioned a waterpark in the desert. But I smile when I pass through Tuscola, imagining a glimmering sea behind the Cooper Motel.