His business was his pleasure!
Enjoy..
*******
After exiting the taxi and paying my fare, including a tip rather larger than I could afford, I took a moment.
Standing on the sidewalk, I looked up, past the towering palms, at the expansive white facade festooned with balconies and towers. The latter's red, conical roofs projected, brick-red, against mountainous clouds in the otherwise azure sky.
The Hotel del Coronado was glorious! I'd like to have contemplated it longer, but it wasn't wise to keep Harrison Porter waiting, not if I'd judged AltRom's owner correctly.
On our way from Seattle, we'd sat next to one another in the 747's first-class section. After watching a movie, Mr. Porter had offered me his hand, introducing himself as the owner of AltRom.
"An airline?" I'd asked, supp
