Emma Lou saw those bright, neon lights of Boise. It was during our honeymoon. She’d never seen neon lights like they have in Boise before. And before long, she was spending less time with me on our so-called honeymoon and more time with that smooth piano player in the lounge. One night, she didn’t come back at all; the desk clerk told me they had run off to Reno to start a new life together. A new life, in a city with even more neon lights.
So basically, we’re not partial to neon anymore. Or Emma Lou.