Don’t ask how or why, but I’m currently persuaded that the cleaning staff at the Fess Parker Doubletree has either stolen or diabolically hidden my Gillette Fusion Proshield razor. Remember that scene in Elaine May‘s The Heartbreak Kid when Charles Grodin gets angry at a hotel waiter when he’s told that they’ve run out of pecan pie? That’s me right now with the Fess Parker guys. They have my razor…I know they do!