Our trip West was not long after Matthew Shephard's murder. wikipedia - Matthew_Shepard
Driving from Maryland to Utah, we stopped in Laramie WY, I should have suspected something from the name of the motel, The Gas Lite. The room was a dump, the door didn’t lock, but we were bone tired and not in the mood to keep going. In the morning, while Dick went to get gas, I sat on this picnic bench and journlaed(corrected). When I stood up, my sandal caught on the base of the sculpture and i (corrected) fell and hit my head - hard. That was bad enough but even worse was the fact that the people in the other rooms just looked at me and one man even called his grandchildren to come see. Yes, I was the woman with blood streaming down my face. Laramie? Not for me, thanks.
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