In Sandusky, Ohio, Smelling Like a Dreamsicle

Sandusky is an odd place. I know Cedar Point is a major attraction just a few miles from where I’m sitting, but I’m here in a hotel surrounded by little but more hotels, and more hotels beyond that, and still more just down the road. And only one of these hotels is advertised in the highway — excuse me, turnpike — service stations. It gives the place an almost top secret vibe, like they’re saying “You can’t book us, you must discover us!”

I wonder if the shampoo has something to do with it: I lathered up and got a distinct whiff of orange. Not citrus orange, but that creamy, feaux-orange of Dreamsicles and Push-Ups. I picked up the bottle, and sure enough, not a hint of orange. Just a generic flower pattern and the print “conditioning shampoo.”

I guess there are worse things to smell like while sitting in the middle of Midwestern Craphole, USA.

400 and some odd miles to go. Must sleep now.

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.

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