The All-Night Search
The all-night motel restaurant at mile 10 of the Trans-Canada is deserted at 2:30 a.m., except for a tall, lean figure pumping quarters into the jukebox. A bank of anemic disco lights flickers in a far corner, while the cheap red carpet, no dancers to be seen, stretches in all directions.
Plaques from oil companies and faded calendars adorn the walls, serving as silent witnesses to the strange convergence of characters that find their way to this lonely stretch of highway. But tonight, the focus is singular: the emergence of a legend.