My Flash in a Flophouse

Flitting The Flophouse

Some decades ago, I lived in a flophouse. More accurately, I lived in two flophouses; precisely, it was one flophouse and one rooming house⁰.

During the spring of my sophomore year at university, I had borrowed a book from the library called Jobs in Paradise.¹ From this book, I learned about a place called the Kettle Falls Hotel, located in the remote border region of Minnesota, in Voyageurs National Park.²

Being somewhat impetuous in my youth, I decided it sounded like a good idea to work at this hotel. I applied for the job, received and accepted an offer, and moved to the hotel for the summer.