While the teen-aged attendant cleaned off their insect-spattered windows, both got out of the car to stretch.
John asked, “Are we very far from the Regency Hotel? We have reservations there.”
“No, Sir. Just drive down this block and turn left at the lot.”
“The lot?”
Peering down the road, they looked for an open field. All they saw along the street were three- and four-story office buildings.
“Yeah, the lot. It just turned green."