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Fifth Avenue entrance.
ach time I passed the Plaza hotel doorman,
when I first moved to New York in the 1970s, I recalled
a story told to me by a friend in Boston. My friend said
that when John and Bobby Kennedy needed help on the
street near their mother���s apartment they relied on The
Plaza doorman for assistance, even occasionally asking
for a loan. Although I never asked for a loan, each time I
entered the Plaza, the doorman and the entire staff served
as distinguished sentinels for one of the world���s most
legendary hotels. They imbued the place with dignity
and made it clear that you were entering exceptional
territory.
HYLAND
