It's like a motel for guys who are in the witness protection project.
The back of the card - sent by the mysterious patron and benefactor who mails cards to my house now and then - has a big stamp: ROPING COWBOY MOTEL. The old name went back to its "motor court" days; the new one went with the sign.
Here's an account of growing up at the Roping Cowboy - an apt place to end the 2015 updates. See you down the road.