My father used to joke that every hotel room we stayed in during our family vacations was “the most expensive hotel room in the nation.” None of them were, but chock one up for dad’s attempt to make the six of us feel that we needed to make the most of each stay. The rooms we stayed in were modest (we were allowed to ride the elevator up to the penthouse floor—-but he never let us get out); nothing at all like the room that actually holds the title as the most expensive hotel room in the nation. That crown … Continue reading →