PromenadingThe lobby of the Gurley Hotel busted at its seams. Guests congregated and planned their routes for the promenade, while others came in from the street for a quick bite before the night’s festivities. Inside was nothing more than the staging area—all the action took place in Deep Greenwood, where Greenwood Avenue intersected with Archer Street. The celebration of maid’s night off every Thursday was the longest-standing custom O. W. Gurley could recall. The main event, the Thursday Night Promenade, involved a casual stroll through the heart of downtown. Gurley greeted his young boarder. “Jimmy, are you ready for the unique experience I promised you?”
“I think so, but given that I don’t know what it is, I can’t say for sure.”
“Well, let’s ask our front-desk clerk. Mabel, come on
