otherwhere

The doors have shut forever at the Calabama. Considering that the establishment was in Arkansas, it did seem to have a bit of an identity problem—or at least a fervent desire to be otherwhere.
I on the other hand, am on my way otherwhere (Calimex? Rhodeyork?) and have no desire to be there just at present. I'm rather liking it where I am, in the city so nice they named it twice.