Author John Searancke was in his 20s in the 1960s when his parents bought a hotel, in an odd effort to save their shaky marriage. It didn't work and they had no idea how to run a hotel. Hence, they called their son. Mr. Searancke knew nothing about being a hotelkeeper, either, but he didn't like his job, so off he went on an adventure that lasted 35 years. While much of what he discusses about getting an old hotel back into good working order, with a good restaurant, could fairly be described by some as mundane, I was never bored reading this memoir. The author made it all sound interesting, and too soon I found myself at the end of the story, sad that it was all over.