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Old Gloucester InnSome people inherit their parents’ money, others get their parents’ entrepreneurial spirit. Me, I got my father’s burden: the Old Gloucester Inn. A tiny island off the coast of Newfoundland isn’t the best spot for a hotel—there’s nothing for tourists here but the opportunity to have their skin blasted raw by the cold salt winds. But I changed that. I made Gloucester island a destination. A place to see.
And how do you build a reliable clientele for an unremarkable two-story inn on a forsaken spit of land that’s only reachable by a ferry on Saturdays? By copying the Stanley of course. Everyone has heard of the Stanley Hotel, it inspired a Stephen King book and has a bunch of ghost stories—people want to stay there, where it feels a little bit dangerous to stay (but really isn't dangerous, of course). So I convinced one of my few repeat customers—a mediocre horror novelist from Albuquerque who needs a little time away from his wife no
Current Residence: California
Favourite genre of music: Mostly everything...
MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano
Shell of choice: The one down the street
Wallpaper of choice: Whatever strikes my fancy.
Skin of choice: Dead hooker.
Personal Quote: In times of crisis, people do what they think they must to survive.