The Camden Motel

When I was young The Camden Motel was an outlier for the world of civilization beyond the limited range of my childish pursuits. I couldn’t understand why a motel had been plunked down on the edge of a residential district. Our family had gone on vacations before, but not in such nondescript locales as my neighborhood.

But this establishment aimed at adults, not families. It was the local no-tell motel, a place to where temporary lovers could escape their middle-class humdrum (and families). And it did have TV! It had been built in a u-shape (in the cookie-cutter mold of the late 40s-early 50s) that allowed for easy access to Lyndale Avenue, which was, at the time, also U.S. Highway 169, the Great River Road.