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He walked the perimeter of the boarded-up Commodore Hotel on Forty-Second Street next to Grand Central Station every morning at six for almost two years, in a long wool overcoat and a pair of leather shoes that the New York winter had begun to turn the color of the sidewalk. Donald John Trump had been raised in Queens in the 1950s, the fourth of five children of a builder who had put up brick apartment houses for working families in Brooklyn and Queens for forty years and who had never built anything in Manhattan. By the autumn of 1975 the city of New York was on the edge of a financial collapse, and the Commodore Hotel beside Grand Central had been losing money for a decade and was about to close. The young developer from Queens was twenty-nine years old. He had decided, without much in the way of independent financing, to try to buy the rights to the hotel from the Penn Central railroad and to renovate the building into a Hyatt hotel in partnership with the Hyatt corporation. The deal had taken him almost two years to put together. He had walked the perimeter of the boarded-up building every morning during those two years, in the same overcoat, with the same small leather notebook in his pocket. The renovation began in the spring of 1978. The work took two and a half years. He had been thirty-three years old when the hotel opened in September of 1980 with a different name above the door. The opening night dinner was held in the new lobby of the renamed Grand Hyatt on Forty-Second Street with about three hundred guests, and the young developer stood at the door in a dark suit and shook the hands of every guest as they came in. His father Fred had come down from Queens for the dinner. The two had stood next to each other for the photograph that the New York papers ran the next morning, the older man in a small grey overcoat that had been pressed for the occasion, and the son in a long dark suit, with the new bronze hotel sign above their heads. Above their heads on Forty-Second Street the bronze sign has been replaced more than once in the years since. The hotel itself was sold and partially demolished decades later, in the same kind of slow careful renovation cycle the city has always done with its midtown blocks. As for the small leather notebook from the two years of morning walks, it went into a drawer in a midtown office and stayed there for the rest of the developer's working life, in the same drawer he kept the photograph of himself and his father, on the same kind of small cream-colored shelf paper that the older man's secretary in Brooklyn had used to line every drawer in every Trump office she had organized in the 1960s. #DonaldTrump #GrandHyatt1980 #CommodoreHotel #ThirtyYearOldDealmaker #FortySecondStreet ... See MoreSee Less
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He walked the perimeter of the boarded-up Commodore Hotel on Forty-Second Street next to Grand Central Station every morning at six for almost two years, in a long wool overcoat and a pair of leather shoes that the New York winter had begun to turn the color of the sidewalk. Donald John Trump had been raised in Queens in the 1950s, the fourth of five children of a builder who had put up brick apartment houses for working families in Brooklyn and Queens for forty years and who had never built anything in Manhattan. By the autumn of 1975 the city of New York was on the edge of a financial collapse, and the Commodore Hotel beside Grand Central had been losing money for a decade and was about to close. The young developer from Queens was twenty-nine years old. He had decided, without much in the way of independent financing, to try to buy the rights to the hotel from the Penn Central railroad and to renovate the building into a Hyatt hotel in partnership with the Hyatt corporation. The deal had taken him almost two years to put together. He had walked the perimeter of the boarded-up building every morning during those two years, in the same overcoat, with the same small leather notebook in his pocket. The renovation began in the spring of 1978. The work took two and a half years. He had been thirty-three years old when the hotel opened in September of 1980 with a different name above the door. The opening night dinner was held in the new lobby of the renamed Grand Hyatt on Forty-Second Street with about three hundred guests, and the young developer stood at the door in a dark suit and shook the hands of every guest as they came in. His father Fred had come down from Queens for the dinner. The two had stood next to each other for the photograph that the New York papers ran the next morning, the older man in a small grey overcoat that had been pressed for the occasion, and the son in a long dark suit, with the new bronze hotel sign above their heads. Above their heads on Forty-Second Street the bronze sign has been replaced more than once in the years since. The hotel itself was sold and partially demolished decades later, in the same kind of slow careful renovation cycle the city has always done with its midtown blocks. As for the small leather notebook from the two years of morning walks, it went into a drawer in a midtown office and stayed there for the rest of the developer's working life, in the same drawer he kept the photograph of himself and his father, on the same kind of small cream-colored shelf paper that the older man's secretary in Brooklyn had used to line every drawer in every Trump office she had organized in the 1960s.
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