Last night, I visualized the whole play ‘The Oaks Motel’. At the end, one of my characters checks into to write…………..what? Haiku poems came to mind, and, an autobiography? What I saw, for sure, was, I could found a Bohemian Mecca for writers! Then, this morning I read Tom Wolfe – died. Was I tuning … Continue reading Wolfe Checks In – To The Oaks Motel