St. Regis should have shined my shoes
I know, forgiveness is divine. Maybe. On the eve of Yom Kippur, where I pray in their basement, I couldn’t get a shoeshine because I wasn’t a guest. I wasn’t a guest there the previous night for drinks, nor twice this month for interesting businessmen’s lunches, too.
I am NOT a good dresser, anyone will attest, but like other idiots I like a good shine, of my shoes.
I wish the new owners much luck with their multimillion-dollar renovations; they should throw in a few free shines – it will not affect their Internal Rate of Return (IRR) on their investment; trust me I ran the numbers on my HP12C, and my Wharton concept of corporate culture is keen. Never make a potential guest feel like anything other than a prince.
Unfortunately, I prayed there on Yom Kippur for personal reasons, but my brown cordovans looked like they came off of Smuggler. God will forgive me, but I will never put my sons up for skiing nor spend another shekel in the St. Regis.
It was standing room only Tuesday evening as Aspen residents packed into the Pearl Pass conference room of City Hall for a conversation around emergency preparedness.