The Palmer House
"Excuse me, friend. Where would I find a good hotel?"
"Try the Palmer House in Chicago."
No, we didn't stay here on this visit to Chicago; but if you're a fan of The Music Man, how could you resist the opportunity at least to pop in to take a look?
HHONORS?? Oh, Hilton Hotel. Right.
It was tempting, but we didn't go up and roam the hallways.
It's not the clubhouse in Safeco Field, but I could get used to it.
Maybe we'll check into a room next time.
posted by frightwig @ 11:08 PM
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The year: 1969
The event: My first honeymoon
The place: Palmer House, Chicago
We paid so much for the room that we couldn't enjoy the fine restaurants. Went to a deli, brought back deviled eggs and some tuna sandwiches and ate right there on the bed.
Sate Street, that great street!
Jim H.
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