In 1977, I got tired of everything and headed through Yukon Territory with a 2 wheel drive pickup and a fifth wheel trailer. I was 26. I stopped at a road house and hadn't had a bath in a long time. It was winter. The bartender gave me the key to his room and told me I could go take a shower. Blessed! I got to the room and completely freaked out because there was about $10,000 worth of photography equipment in it. I went straight back to the bar and tried to give the key back to the bartender. He said, "Don't be silly. Go take a shower."
Later, I stopped at another roadhouse on Christmas Eve. The next morning, the family, complete with grandparents and kids, was gathered around the big Christmas tree in the cafe. I was the only guest. I was given several wrapped presents. It was one of the best Christmases I ever had. I still dream ot it.