This two-level motel--surely the term used for it several decades ago when it appears to have been built--is barely adequate for someone simply needing a place to stay near the airport after an evening arrival or before an early morning departure. A large table blocked access to the to get to the extension cord where I had to plug in my phone's charger. The fellow sitting outside his room when I got off the shuttle around 8-8:30 pm was there again when I left at 8 am: no harm at all, but some likely find him unnerving. quote an old Simon & Garfunkel song." The motel has its own airport shuttle van, but it was designed to carry a large family in close proximity, not strangers with several sets of luggage. The night clerk couldn't tell that the name on my driver's license was the same as the name on a handwritten list of bookings for that evening, and kept asking me, a woman, whether I was the person named James whose name also appeared on that list; he appeared unable to understand me when I said I was not. So: tolerable for a patient traveler not fazed by spartan conditions in a place that last saw better days decades ago if ever, and unfazed by some of the guests and staff, whose better days are far behind them.