MY SOULMATE
OF MORE THAN A THIRD OF A CENTURY
Heidi Johnson-Wright
entered this world on September 11, 1964.
I’m posting
this the next day for two reasons – I was on the road yesterday and my Sunday
posts get the highest readership.
I could
write so many things, but this online birthday card will focus on my love of
travel and how I never would have made it to New York, Los Angeles or Chicago –
let alone vast parts of South and Central America, Mexico, Turkey, France,
Italy, Morocco, the U.K. or Egypt without her encouragement.
We were born
hillbillies, or at least I was. A station wagon trip through the Smoky
Mountains was as exotic as jet setting to Paris in my family.
Heidi set
the tone with our honeymoon – the Wrights took Manhattan.
Yes, we stayed
in a bland and gigantic chain hotel in Midtown and went to Cats (we love
felines, but the Broadway play was pretty darn safe and tourist-friendly).
We returned
another time to the Drake, a legend – also in Midtown – as a residence of many an
old-time performer and the Swissotel where Donahue put his guests up back in the
day. It was torn down for a super tall tower for billionaires.
We found out
about Affinia Gardens, a residential hotel with a full, albeit shabby, kitchen
and amazing wheelchair access. The room was on the ground floor, so no relying
on an elevator for full access to our suite. We lived like to residents of the
Central Park area.
Our shabbiest
visit was to the famed Chelsea Hotel. We were checked in by legendary manager
Stanley Bard and bedded down in a careworn room among the art and artists.
A friend
told us about the most-loved (but not most expensive or famous) hotel in all of
Manhattan. The late, great Wyndham. Not to be confused with the chain of the
same name.
For decades,
a husband-and-wife team ran the Wyndham more like an apartment building. Countless
A-list celebrities lived there year-round or for months. We spotted a few, as
we rode an elevator so old it had an elevator operator. The location was
footsteps from the Plaza, but with prices we could afford and no pretension.
We stayed in
Chelsea a few more times, near the developing High Line. And we slept at a gilded
Midtown palace once – getting a free upgrade because the lower priced sister
property near Grammercy had a ramp so steep to the lobby that entering the
proper was a disaster waiting to happen.
Another
time, we stayed way downtown at a chain property – at a deep discount – and watched
crews rebuilding the ground zero site.
Along the
way, we visited every museum, road the subway via the fraction of accessible
stops, dined from dirty water hot dogs to Michelin starred impossible to get
tables to funky Vietnamese fried fish Bahn Mi style sandwiches from a parking
garage.
We were
going to celebrate Heidi’s 57th in New York for a week. Booked it in June when it looked like COVID would
be under control. But the traveling Wrights will have to wait another year to
fly safely.
Happy Birthday,
Heidi, my love.