So! Here it is, almost Memorial Day, and if you haven't firmed up your vacation plans for this summer, it's getting to be too late to even think about it. All the best voyages to the Gilligan Islands are booked, and the kids aren't really interested in going to see that giant Ark in Kentucky because they found out what a "cubit" really is, and they realize that man and dinosaurs did not coexist.
Where to go? How about this novel idea...and you'd better hop on it right away, because they're getting a ton of calls about it. It's the motel room in Indiana where disgraced prison official Deputy Vicky White and her loverboy Goliath Casey White shacked up for a hot spell! And as of right this minute, there is already a waiting list of some 50 people seeking reservations for room 150 at the fabulous 41 Motel in Evansville, Indiana.
You must remember Vic 'n' Casey White. Although not related, their two-year relationship entitled them to an unofficial official jailhouse marriage, with all rights, privileges and benefits appertaining thereto. She helped spring him from the Ironbar Hilton and a romance for the ages was born.
And of course, they were going to get one of those cute couple joint Facebook pages, most likely under the name VicNCaseyWhites.
A receptionist at the motel says people are calling left and right day and night trying to book that room. Who knows, maybe they'll they'll cosplay the couple. The man will have to walk around on stilts and the woman will dye her hair with the use of a quart of hydrogen peroxide.
I'm glad that no grassroots movement has started up to make these two into heroes. Casey, now that he is back in the hoosegow, stands charged with two counts of capital murder from a 2020 stabbing, and that's on top of charges for a 2015 home invasion, carjacking and police chase. Vicky committed suicide with one of the pistols they were carrying to their unsanctified congress after giving up a 17-year police career to be with the thug she loved.
But back in the 1930s, when public enemies such as John Dillinger, Baby Face Nelson, Ma Barker, and Pretty Boy Floyd were shooting their way across the nation, Americans in the midst of a horrible Depression actually found those people to be folk heroes, fantasizing that they were actually Robin Hoods who stole from the rich to give to the poor.
They were just robbin' hoods, and these two Whites were no better.
Why not round up the person you love and spend a rapturous day (and night!) in this beautifully appointed hostelry? Imagine the thrill of using the same TV remote that Casey used as he thumbed through the true crime channels.
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