The Road Beckons: Excerpt from Cheap Motels and a Hot Plate

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cmaahp [Since Monthly Review Press made my book the special sale feature for September, I thought that it would be appropriate to end the month with an excerpt]  The distance between Pittsburgh and Johnstown, Pennsylvania, is about seventy-five miles. Most of the trip is on Route 22, a dismal and depressing stretch of highway that perfectly mirrors the drab ugliness of much of western Pennsylvania. Gene & Boots Candy shop, Dick’s Diner, Dean’s Diner, Zoila’s Western Diner, Country Kitchen (with “broasted” chicken), Dairy Queens, Crest Nursing Home, Spahr Nursing Home, 7-11s, car dealerships, a strip mine, the Cheese House, motels, strip malls, two adult video stores (a clerk was murdered in one of them, but the killer was never found), the country’s only drive-thru “Gentlemen’s Club” (aptly named Climax), the smallest house I have ever seen, feed stores, Long’s Taxidermy, Monroeville, Murraysville, New Alexandria, Blairsville, Dilltown, Armagh, Clyde, Seward, Charles, bad curves, black ice, fallen trees, wrecked big rigs, school buses stopping on the highway, kids walking slowly to the trailer parks and country shacks, mobile homes for sale, a power plant belching smoke and steam in the distance—not an eye-pleasing scene until you get to the Conemaugh Gap, where the waters raged in the Great Johnstown Flood of 1889.

When I was young, parts of this highway were three lanes, and you could pass in the middle lane from either direction. If you were traveling east and started to pass a car, you never knew when someone going west might have the same idea. After many accidents, the third lane was converted into a turning lane or a fourth lane added. Progress! Back then, Pittsburgh and Johnstown were steel cities, dirty, yes, but there was work at high wages. And a little pride too. Now both towns are in the rust belt. The famous Homestead Works of U.S. Steel, built by Andrew Carnegie and site of the Homestead strike, where the picketers set the barges filled with Pinkerton strikebreakers on fire with flaming arrows, have been torn down, replaced by an upscale shopping complex. Johnstown’s Bethlehem Steel plant, once the center of the industry’s technological advances, has been sold piecemeal. Train wheels, steel rods, and wire are still made there, but the size of the workforce is a tiny fraction of what it was when I started work in the “flood city.” Hard times have become a way of life. I would wager that there are more drug addicts and alcoholics in Pittsburgh and Johnstown than there are steelworkers. A lot more.

I spent nineteen years in Johnstown, but I never felt that it was my home. I kept moving from one part of town to another, nine moves in all, but a sense of place eluded me. I worried about this until I recognized that I didn’t feel at home anywhere. I grew up in a small factory town, and what I am now was shaped by the eighteen years I lived there. Yet I vividly remember coming back after my first two months in college. I was shooting pool in the clubhouse where my friends and I hung out. I looked out the window into the mid-fall night and realized suddenly that I was just a visitor. Today there is not a single person from my high school years with whom I keep in touch. I enjoyed college, but I have not remained in contact with any of my classmates, nor have I ever attended a class reunion. In 2004, I did return to give a public lecture, but I couldn’t wait to get out of there. The whole place filled me with dread; it was like being in a graveyard and seeing your own tombstone.

3 Responses to The Road Beckons: Excerpt from Cheap Motels and a Hot Plate

  1. Chris Townsend October 6, 2013 at 8:06 pm #

    I heartily recommend this out-of-the-ordinary Monthly Review Press volume to all. When MR first published it in 2007 I happily reviewed it, despite my novice skill at such things. Mike’s wanderings have stood the test; it’s as if the past 6 years have been a time warp in our decaying Empire. Being on union assignment just the past several weeks in upstate New York I was reminded how the sorry-and-getting-steadily-worse condition of things is everywhere. Was I in upstate New York — once the “Empire State” — or in an impoverished corner of Kentucky or West Virginia? I enjoyed “Cheap Motels and a Hot Plate”– it’s a good book.

    My attempt at a review;

  2. Richard Pathak October 24, 2013 at 4:05 pm #

    I have read Cheap Motels and a Hot Plate three times over the past six years and I have lent it to friends to read. It’s a unique travel book that provides details of the working life all over the United States. I would like to suggest that Michael Yates come up to Canada and provide the same kind of coverage to this country.

  3. Hassan December 11, 2015 at 4:51 pm #

    Instead of just saying cheap, might want to put daollr range. I don’t know about you, but anything under $100 a night is cheap for me.Why don’t you put that location into Yahoo! Maps and then search for motels? Then you can see everything in that area and you can make your own decision based on your personal preferences.

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