Chinatown, 3

This is the last of the photos. Blogger, i. e., my never-ending battle with Rumsfeld was messing with me over the last few nights. The lovely Chinatown Hotel, replete with garbage in the hallways. As I'm won't to do, I scavenge hotel rooms. I opened up the mini-bar to find it empty, but for a broken smoke detector. Nothing beat the bathroom medicine cabinet, one razor, three toothbrushes, and a bottle of Elmer's Glue.If the cops took DNA samples, I'd bet there'd be a dozen unsolved murders off the books.