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The Chelsea Hotel was a sacred space for many residents who passed its doors. It served as a crucible of creativity for the great voices of song, poetry, art and civil conversation, especially during the 50's through the 80's. But more importantly, it was home to those "simpler saints" who left perhaps less deep of a cultural impression, but without whom the more public chroniclers of the times would have found it difficult to cross the bridge to Ginsburg's exhortations of "Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!". I'm skeptical that yet another high-priced boutique hotel in NYC will ever come close to accomplishing the same.