22 January 2002

When I was a freshman in college, my roommate and I used to drive around LA until dawn. One night we went exploring the glorious ruins of the Ambassador, which are glamourous even in dereliction. We wandered all around until we got caught by an ancient, ancient guard, who upon finding that we were there to pay our respects rather than to trash the place gave us a tour of a hotel he clearly loved very much. It shimmers in its history. It is magical. Ms. Benjamin is extremely fortunate, and not just in the way that teaches one to appreciate caviar in one’s preteens. Read the story.

22 January 2002

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