It was the very last motel on a desolate stretch of Nevada highway, a place called The Little A’le’Inn. “Howdy earthlings, whoops, I mean you folks.” said the manager in a jokey way he must have done a thousand times before. Our kids, Billy and Samantha were still mocking him as we carried the luggage to our motel room. We opened the door and saw stars, planets, galaxies, a tv set, an ice bucket and complimentary travel magazines floating around a black hole at the center of the room. Across the parking lot the manager was yelling, “Oh jeez, don’t go in there! You guys are supposed to be in room 17.” But we did go in and we have been traveling across the universe ever since.