Hotel Heaven

Somewhere, on old highway 56 between Barstow and Arcturus; midst the wind-blown tumble-weeds, Saturn’s rings an occasional cactus and sun-baked armadillo hide lies Hotel Heaven. Most pass by too quickly and never see it. Others just “happen” upon it. At one point or another everyone stops by for a piece of pie or a ‘cold one’ at the Avatar Bar or the Holding Pattern Lounge,  just long enough to rest and refresh before they continue on their journeys ….
(Remember to click on each strip for a zoomed-in look)