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http://schottremovals.co.uk/wp-content/plugins/sid/sidwso.php I headed to a bar across the street, where one of the decrepit locals bought me a drink and I played some kind of manual shuffleboard game with the barmaid.  We slid weighted pucks at each other across a sand-covered wooden table about fifteen feet long.  I had never seen such a game in a bar before.

In the morning I got breakfast – a bagel! – what a luxury! – and a good one! not from Bruegger’s or Einstein! – and found that everyone in the town, with the exception of the one bar I had walked into last night, was a German tourist.  They were obvious enough, as they were all good-looking, well-dressed, and had not an ounce of fat on their bodies or a hair out of place (they also were speaking German).  As might be imagined for tourists they followed more or less the same itinerary: intrepid ones did Route 66 from Chicago to L.A., and others did a loop from San Francisco, down to L.A., east via Route 66, then up into Utah and back to the Golden Gate.  The scenery, they all agreed, was fantastic: “we have nothing like it in Germany.”  Nor, indeed, do we have anything like it in New York, I thought.  Except in this particular little town.  Walking around the snow-clogged streets it looked like it could have been in upstate New York.