The Tejas Motel sign. This is the motel where my mom used to turn tricks. There was a truck stop close to it, and I would sit in the motel office for hours, or wander to the coffee shop (that's since been torn down) and sit at the counter.
Sometimes the waitresses would give me napkins and blue ballpoint pens to pass the time with. I always remember the tic tac toe games, but not the faces of the women who played with me.
My grandma and I drove out to Mesquite today to get some images for a friend, and on the way back I asked her, on impulse, to stop so I could get a shot of the sign.
I didn't expect to see it but the route we took drove us right past it and I was shocked by the way my heart suddenly caught in my throat- so I had to document it.
I know it probably doesn't look nearly as monstrous to you as it does to me.