Margaret and I have had bad housing accomodations maybe four times in 25 years. But they are great story fodder. There was the communal hosuehold where everyone, but the person who's room was on the floor we stayed on, wanted to have us. She was separated from her husband and I think didn't want me there. I found a pin in my washcloth. We spent a lot of time out of the house exploring the city we were in.

Another time a folk society offered to put us up and drive us to our weekend gigs (we had to fly). The organizer was moving and couldn't put us up. She found an alternate site with a man who seemed to zero in one hot button issues (like getting to the gigs in a timely fashion) and then kept pushing the buttons. That situation could have been avoided if we had taken them up on the housing offer and rented our own car. Ah, hindsight.

I've gotten to telling societies that book us, that if someone really doesn't want to put us up, to please say so, and we'll pop for a motel room. Usually we have been treated very well and have made longtime friends with some of the people who have put us up.