I have a weakness for places called "Hi Ho." I don't know why; it's just a nice jaunty thing to say. (Note: this is different from Hi-Yo, which is a bluff insincere Ed-McMahonish thing to say.) The Hi Ho was, and is, in Fort Worth. Forty-three rooms with "tile baths," so by all means don’t leave those filthy tiles at home when you hit the road.

Would a more formal society call its motel the Hello-Ho? Probably not. But if this was in Texas, wouldn’t they have answered the phone “Hah-ho.”

“Uh - is this the Hi-Ho?”

“Yes sir, this is the Hah-Ho.”

“Oh – sorry, I’m looking for the Hi-Ho.”

"Nevermind."