When I got to my room at New York Hilton I was tired and needed a drink. It had been a grueling day of meetings and all I wanted to do was kick back on the bed, pour myself a glass of wine and watch mindless tv, maybe even rent a movie that would embarrass me at checkout.
I took off my suit jacket, tossed it over a chair and plopped onto the bed. I was on the 47th Floor of the hotel and the view of the city, lit up against the night sky, was spectacular, even to this weary and veteran traveller.
I lay there for a minute, hands linked behind my neck, and contemplated the trek across the room to the mini-bar.
In a minute, I thought. Let me just take in the city for now.
My eyes scanned south for the Chrystler Building, a graceful lady in the sky, but its view was obscured. Another wing of the Hilton was in the way. A shame, I thought, it would be nice to see her from this height.
I took off my suit jacket, tossed it over a chair and plopped onto the bed. I was on the 47th Floor of the hotel and the view of the city, lit up against the night sky, was spectacular, even to this weary and veteran traveller.
I lay there for a minute, hands linked behind my neck, and contemplated the trek across the room to the mini-bar.
In a minute, I thought. Let me just take in the city for now.
My eyes scanned south for the Chrystler Building, a graceful lady in the sky, but its view was obscured. Another wing of the Hilton was in the way. A shame, I thought, it would be nice to see her from this height.
