"For thirteen years Hotel Hightower has loomed over New York, abandoned, boarded up, inaccessible. It's great shattered windows giving it an aspect of sadness and despair. It's salons and halls, once filled with music and the laughter of the elite, are as empty as a tomb. I have grown up in it's shadow and have always considered the Hightower to be the grandest achievement of a former age. As a young woman I danced in the Atlantis Ballroom to the strains of the Hightower Walts. It has been my fondest dream that one day it's doors would reopen to throngs of smiling guests, and its windows would once again pulse with light and life."