Archive - Nov 10, 2007

Wellington Hotel

After a three hour delay and a half-an-hour taxi ride at 1 a.m. from LaGuardia airport to Manhattan, we arrived at the Hotel Wellington. The lobby was a bit sleazy, and nothing has been remodeled for at least 45-50 years. The room is tiny, tiny, tiny, as are most any rooms in Manhattan, and the screenless window--which looks out over 55th street--opens right up so that if you get in a down mood, you're 17 stories away from oblivion. Or, more accurately, if you sleepwalk...