I stay in alot of hotels. Alot. Sometimes all I want out of life is a big bar of soap.
I am always looking to stay in someplace different. Not necessarily the best place in town or the one right off the highway (although I stay in plenty of those). I found in Baltimore tonight a wonderful, charming and romantic hotel (too bad my family is back in Chicago) called The Inn at Henderson Wharf. It is a converted tobacco warehouse right on the waterfront. There is a boat dock right out my window. With only 38 rooms, as the web site says "old-world charm with new-world comfort."
I heard something at this hotel that I never hear. I called the front desk and asked if they had computer cables. When they replied yes, I said I would come by and pick it up. They said. "No Mr. Moltz, we will bring it by your room".
