Stairs of a lost hotel.
I was astonished when I found this rare postcard of the staircase off the lobby of the old Narragansett Hotel on Dorrance Street in Providence. I went to my sister's wedding at the venerable Narragansett in January 1948. I had just turned six years old. The banquet hall was up the steps and to the left. I'm sure of that. The hotel is long gone. So is my sister. I remember almost nothing about that day except the stairs of the hotel, and that I ran up and down them repeatedly like the silly rascal kid I was. I would scurry down, look at the lobby, scamper back up, not sure of what I wanted to do before or after the scurry and the scamper. That rascal kid became a restless adult, scurrying and scampering without purpose. What to do next? Is there something else besides the stairs? Tell me.
(Cross-posted to weird_ri)