One reason it’s considered historic because of the symbolism in a chair customized to fit President Taft’s wide ass for whenever he stayed at the hotel.
I went there on a field trip when I was in the 7th grade. I hadn’t had water before the bus ride and became really thirsty at the end. This hotel was gorgeous in eclectic architecture, but after telling the elderly tour guides that I was parched close to fainting multiple times, they said Soon, and continued the tour each time, I grew annoyed by the sight of being in it. I never found any water. They had no water fountains. There was so much pigeon shit and it started to hurt when I would breathe. I considered drinking out of a pond, but it was too murky. I stuck the dehydration out on the bus ride back to school. When we got back, they wouldn’t allow me on campus to get a drink forcing me to walk a mile home to finally drink something. The first thing I drank was a Dr. Pepper.
I went to the doctor two days later and found out that I had developed pneumonia.
This is a thank you note to the elderly tour guides, shapely presidents, and landmarks in everyone’s lives.
Years later, I would buy a pair of cowboy boots, put them on and write in my notebook, I am now at peace with my past.