…Of hotels filled with ghosts, and dinners capped with toasts. Of Spanish words, and running birds, and family from both coasts. How lovely it was! So thanks for the memory. If I should live so long, and someone writes a song, I’ll stifle a few wisecracks and politely hum along. Thank you, so much! (Reference for those younger than 75)
A statue adorning the staircase at the Gadsden Hotel.