TheHills44060

My dad traveled all the time for his job so when he'd fly back into Cleveland my mom would meet him at the Final Approach disco on top of the Sheraton airport hotel. That meant a babysitter for me which was heaven or hell. I either had the freckle faced next door neighbor who we all despised or the smoking hot Hawaiian 6th grader who I adored. I'd be asleep by the time my folks arrived home. I stayed at the same hotel a few years ago and neither of the bartenders had any idea what i was talking about when I mentioned the disco. Sad.