What has leaky faucets, a 36-year-old furnace with emphysema, a garbage man who doesn’t collect garbage, an electrician who only understands kerosene lamps, and paying guests who never arrive? The Granby Lakes Hotel, that’s what. Undaunted by these minor drawbacks, the intrepid Jack Douglas and his Japanese wife, Reiko, purchased the darling old inn. Splendidly equipped with ignorance and misguided hope, they rushed toward monetary disaster - with considerable neighborly assistance from the stalwart sons and daughters of rock-ribbed Maine. For by some curious economic quirk, the failure of the inn was always a financial windfall for the entire township! “Benediict Arnold Slept Here” is a laugh bonanza for anyone who has ever been stuck with a white elephant, whether a sorry summer bungalow or a limping lemon of a car. “Douglas is not just a writer, but a comedy writer, and one of the best in America…”. -The Chicago Sun-Times