Growing up with a Dad who was in the hotel business was pretty awesome. My sister and I were the lucky recipients of certain perks that made our friends pretty envious. I thought I’d share a few hotel stories over the course of a few posts, if you don’t mind, starting with the earliest hotel.
Dad was on the management team (I can’t remember for sure but I think he was first the Front Desk Manager and then the Assistant Manager) of the Ascot Hotel on South Michigan Avenue in Chicago, right across the street from Grant Park. The Ascot doesn’t exist under that name anymore, but the building is still there: it’s a Best Western now. Because I was so young (between five and nine?) (I’m sure my mom will clarify in comments if she reads this) when he worked at the Ascot, I have memories that are bits and pieces:
1. I remember bringing a group of kids (either my class or my brownie troop) to the hotel for a behind-the-scenes tour.
2. My dad’s good friend was the Food and Beverage Manager at the Essex Inn, another hotel just down the street. We used to get together with them often, and in fact their family remains close with mine.
3. We used to drive to the hotel (from our house in the south suburbs) all the time during the summer, to use the rooftop pool with the awesome slide at the deep end. We have old movies of the day I went under water, choked, and thought I was going to drown.
4. It was during these years when I first discovered Marina City and fell in love. I’ve wanted to move in ever since.
Yeah, those memories were really boring. Sue me: I was super-young. The next hotel gets a little more interesting, but honestly, maybe not much.
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