This is from 2003 happier days. My father lived at the Hyatt for a while - they have an Alzheimer's unit. It was wonderful. They had two terraces he could go out and sit on, they fed him well, they had nice staff. He broke his hip, though, and he went from the hosptial to a nursing home.
The terrace was the nicest thing about it for my father. And they always knew where to find him.
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