Sauro Motel - The Collected Writings of Bobby Sauro.

Old motels and theatres…

            I love flying American Airlines out of Miami back to Atlanta; because American flies out of the international terminal there, I feel like I’ve traveled to another continent.  After a weekend in the sun looking … Continue reading »

You’re ten and it’s 1977. You’re riding with three others in the back of an Oldsmobile. You’re from the North and know very little about the South. At that moment, you are in the heart of Dixie, having left South of the Border hours ago, while it was still light. As you ride, you dream in … Continue reading »