Super 8
I thought I could make it all the way to Montreal. I was battling sleep as I drove north on New York Rt 87. Dozing in and out of consciousness as I neared Albany, but the increase in traffic around the city helped keep my eyes open and I though I had it beat. 15 minutes later, as I passed Clifton Park, I bagen to slip away again. By the time I neared Exit 23 I knew I couldn't make it and decided to find the first room I could. The Lodging signs told me that a Super 8 was near, so I exited at...