On Jun 1, 6:18*pm, "john b" wrote:
I can't open the blinds in a Texas Motel room....I don't even know if I'm in
Texas....I don't know where I am at.

If you have never had a blackout you can't understand, but I have had a
blackout. It's a terrible feeling really, I have tried so hard in my life to
keep this from happening...happening again.

I am laying in a bed, and before my eyes open I know that I do not know
where I am. I think about this.

The bed is soft, I have blankets and covers and pillows - a good sign. I am
not in jail . . . again.

A ceiling can tell you many things....it can tell you if you are home. It
can tell you if you are in a hospital. It can tell you if you are in a motel
or hotel and ceilings can tell you *if you are in jail and can even tell you
the quality of the particular environs you find your self.

The ceiling didn't look bad. Definitely not a jail or hospital. *Not knowing
where I was I wondered if I could afford it. A fifty dollar hotel n the USA
could cost you four hundred in certain parts of the world.

As I raised my head I confirmed my predicament. I was traveling.

A carry on luggage was there, along with the duffel bags, I was on the road
again. The main problem being , I did not know where I was going.

With a brief facial wash and combing of the hair and I ventured forth.

Picking a direction I lucked out, I found the hotel lobby.

The clerk greeted me with a "Good Morning Mr. Baker." On the one hand a bad
sign, what did I do to make the staff remember me? On the other hand she is
smiling.

We chatted and she spoke of all the people who checked in because their
flight was cancelled and my mind mind clicked into overdrive. I coyly
asked, "And what is the official name of this airport?"

Dallas Fort Worth she tells me.

With a cup of lobby coffee things piece together. I remember a lane change
and then a cancellation and something of a bus ride to the hotel. Not a bad
hotel at that...

I return to my room and am glad to realize that I have most, if not all of
my things. It sure beats the time I woke up in Port-au-Prince and discovered
I had no visa to enter the country...they almost wouldn't let me leave. .