I remember years ago, traveling to the mountains of North Carolina with my fine wife Bev and my parents for a long weekend get-away.
We started looking for a hotel room and were unable to fine one for over 60 miles along Interstate 40.
The clerk at the first hotel we stopped at told us that we would have a problem finding accommodations. He informed us that the annual Furniture Market was taking place in High Point, North Carolina and there wasn’t a sleeping room to be found within 60 miles in any direction of that huge event. We found out he was right.
This particular journey was before the days of cell phones and computers. If you wanted to call ahead you used a pay phone. We stopped at exit after exit only to hear the same message. . .there was no room in the inn . . . Holiday or otherwise.
We had the money but there was no room to be found. At least, my fine wife Bev wasn’t about to give birth.