This was the view from my window, and I loved being able to see the old courthouse with it's delightfully antiquated spires and warm bricks against the cold glass backdrop of the other buildings.
This is the chandelier in the grand ballroom, where we held our opening sessions each day. The lights were like a thousand warm stars in a a box. They've been there every year, and I hope they don't ever try to remodel them.
View from the balcony of the13 or 14th floor.
The fountain and waterfall cascading down the well-lit cylinder with the convention logo superimposed in warm light.
Glass elevators float soundlessly downward.
A detail in the hall carpet. This was the old decor...the one they are now replacing...
And the new carpet. Yes. It does look like someone spilled a gallon of puke.
The splendor of this architecture
Is now reduced to this. I guess it keeps one looking up.
Bathrooms--all ceramic and steel.
No spreads on the beds--black headboards with doodles for a design.
Striped floors.
Couch for uncomfortably reclining while thinking of home far away...
And more ugly floor. I know. It's hard to believe.
Ah well. That was our last convention in Dallas. I guess I'll never see how long the new carpet lasts. Somebody should have dared to criticize, I think, before they installed it on 26 floors.
I always try to take the stairs at least half of the time to offset all the large evening meals we consume at those Dallas restaurants.
This time, however, my room was twelve floors up. That's an awful lot of stairs. By the time convention was over I had climbed over a thousand....and I took the elevator most of the time. It's a wonder I didn't collapse and fall into one of these rivers.