These days, it seems like I’m always hearing from people who love Old World bedroom sets. They can’t get enough of the rich splendor of Old World furniture, and hey, I can’t blame them. This ole Snooze Guru has a soft spot for Old World furniture, and I get a real kick out of telling people about the Old World bedroom sets they can find at US-Mattress.
In honor of Old World bedroom sets, I would like to share an excerpt from one of my favorite novels, Old World, New Feelings by travel author Michael LaFond. This passage comes from the chapter entitled, “The Aftermath: From There to Back Again.”
In the spring of 1977, I hopped upon my trusty steed, Luther, and headed west in search of a dream. I got as far as western Kentucky, which, in fact, was not that far from where I started. Luther was getting old by then and he didn’t have much steam left in him. I’d had him for nearly a decade, after acquiring him from a local merchant who owed me a little something something after I settled some business for him. Anyway, Luther took me as far west as he could, and we stopped off at a little town just east of tomorrow. Luther was tired and I wasn’t feeling eager, so we settled in at a bed and breakfast owned by a short man and a taller man. It wasn’t clear what relationship existed between the men, but it was apparent that they’d been in the bed and breakfast game for a while and knew a thing or two about hospitality. It was also apparent that the shorter of the men, Daniel, was the one in charge. The taller one, whose name I never learned, was clearly uncomfortable with this reality and made it known to each of the guests.
After securing Luther’s accommodations for the night, I took my things and found my room at the end of a carpeted hallway of appropriate length. I turned on the bedroom light and found furniture steeped in heritage, grandeur, and sophistication. My kind of place. Familiar. Elegant. Old World. I sat at a small desk that was neatly tucked away in a corner behind the bed and drafted what would be the most difficult letter I’d ever write. “Dear Eleanor,” it started. “Sorry about what I did to your car last Thursday when I borrowed it. Yep. It was me,” it finished.
After I sealed the envelope, I took it downstairs and asked Daniel if he would mail it for me in the morning. As I was walking back to my room, I stopped and turned back toward the front desk. “Daniel. The furniture in my room is beautiful. I really love it.” “Thank you,” he said. “It’s Old World.” “You’re welcome,” I said. “I know.”
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