even she's not sure how it happened. my stepdaughter elissa, who's never shy about complaining if something is not to her preference, spoke right up to the management of the waldorf-astoria hotel in new york city, so much so that they moved her out of her (smelly) room and upgraded her - not her father who paid the bill, mind you - into a penthouse on the 38th floor:
the view from the balcony:
makes me want to start singing... darling, i love you, but give me park avenue...
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.