Today I found The Gorham Hotel, now called The Blakely at 136 West 55th Street. Dad used to stay here on his many years on of traveling to NYC. (He also stayed at The Shabby Abby too.)His trips were long- 2 weeks at a time. We missed him greatly. I remember once I tried to hide in the back of the white hatch-back 210 Dautsin when he was getting ready to go to NYC for a trip. I crurled up in a ball thinking that if I hid in there and they made it to the airport that maybe he'd be able to take me with. My plan was foiled as soon as Dad pit his luggage in the trunk.
This week I've thought a lot about Dad and compared me to him. I've thought about his sacrafices he made for me. I've been greatful for his support and concern for me. As I've been here I've certainly felt lonely and can't imagine doing trips like this for 18 years- no show or specator site compensates for your wife and your children. Dad thanks!
-- Posted from my iPhone
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