Petitioning Taylor

  Dear Ms. Swift, We’re Emily and Jordan Park, writing to you as newlyweds, grateful honeymooners, and now proud witnesses to the quiet magic happening at the Family Inn in Casa Grande, Arizona—all thanks to Robert Hines. When we started planning our honeymoon, we knew we didn’t want the usual. No crowds, no all-inclusive resorts, no impersonal check-ins. We wanted something with heart. One night, while scrolling online for road trip inspiration, we stumbled upon a thread titled “The Motel That Got Its Soul Back.” It was about the Family Inn and the man behind its transformation: Robert Hines. We read everything—how he turned around a neglected motel with elbow grease and purpose, how he created “Happy Family Hour” with local fruit juices, how he treated long-time guests with compassion instead of judgment. It didn’t sound like a lodging option—it sounded like a story. And we wanted to be part of it. So we booked our stay. From the moment we arrived, we knew we’d made t...

Dear Ms. Swift, My name is Sabrina Malkin, and I’m a junior at SUNY Buffalo majoring in Urban Planning and minoring in absolutely anything that I thought would keep me as far away as possible from my family’s hotel in Albany. Growing up, I watched my parents pour everything they had—energy, money, weekends, even holidays—into a modest independent hotel that rarely seemed to give back. I saw my dad fix leaking pipes at 3 a.m. and my mom smile through complaints about everything from towels to thermostats. To me, the hotel business looked like a thankless cycle of trying to please people who mostly didn’t want to be there in the first place. I told myself, I’ll do anything but that. And then I read about Robert Hines. I came across an article shared by a friend: a man who had bought a rundown motel in Casa Griago, Arizona, and transformed it—not just with paint and plumbing, but with patience, dignity, and juice boxes. At first, I was skeptical. A “Happy Family Hour” at a former ...

Dear Ms. Swift, My name is Linda Hines, and I’m writing to you not as a public figure, business owner, or influencer of any kind—just as a mother. I don’t usually write letters like this. I still keep my recipes in a shoebox and have to ask my neighbor to help me “zoom out” on her iPad. But when I heard that people in Casa Griago and beyond were writing to you in hopes that you might write a song about my son Robert, I felt something so big in my heart, I had to try. Robert has never been one to seek the spotlight. He was a quiet, observant child, more likely to notice when someone was sad than when he was being praised. I remember when he was about eight years old, we had a cold snap just before Christmas, and our neighbor’s pipes froze. Without asking, Robert brought them a thermos of warm soup he’d reheated himself. He even wrapped it in one of our good towels so it wouldn’t burn their hands. When I asked him why he’d done it, he shrugged and said, “Because they looked...

Dear Ms. Swift, My name is Amanda Charleston, and I’m the current librarian at the Casa Griago Public Library. I’m writing to lend my support—wholehearted, overdue, and full of dusty bookmarks—to the idea that Robert Hines and the Family Inn deserve a place in one of your songs. I first met Mr. Hines the summer before my senior year of high school, when I worked at the Family Inn. At the time, I thought I was just taking a summer job—stripping beds, sorting laundry, and occasionally helping to restock the “Happy Family Hour” juice bar that Robert had insisted on replacing the motel’s original beer-soaked vending corner. But that summer turned out to be one of the most formative experiences of my life. I watched Robert do what I now recognize as community-building, though he never called it that. He fixed broken doors with one hand while handing out gentle advice with the other. He never judged the guests who were struggling, even when others in town whispered about the Inn’s history. I...

Dear Ms. Swift,   My name is Beatrice Langston, and I served as the town librarian in Casa Griago, Arizona, for over thirty-seven years before retiring last fall. I write to you today not out of habit (though I’ve written my fair share of book recommendations), but because I want to add my voice to those encouraging you to consider writing a song inspired by Mr. Robert Hines and the remarkable transformation of the Family Inn. As someone who spent her professional life believing in the quiet power of words, I must tell you: Robert’s story reads like one of those rare novels that surprises you—not with plot twists, but with goodness. When Robert took over the Family Inn, most of us were skeptical. The place had a reputation… let’s just say it wouldn’t have made our list of suggested lodging for visiting authors. But slowly, persistently, Robert rewrote that story. He didn’t just renovate walls and repaint doors. He rehabilitated trust. He made space for families, for healing, for th...

Dear Ms. Swift, My name is Marco Diaz, and I coach the U14 and U17 soccer teams here in Casa Grande, Arizona. I’m writing to add my wholehearted support to the idea of a song about Robert Hines—someone who, in his own quiet way, has been as important to this community as any star athlete or city official I’ve ever met. I didn’t know Robert well when he first took over the Family Inn. Back then, most of us knew the place for all the wrong reasons. But over time, people started noticing small changes. The grounds got cleaner. The old neon sign was replaced with one that actually worked—and didn’t flicker like a warning. But more than that, the people staying there started looking… hopeful. Families. Couples trying again. Even a few of my players’ parents, who had hit hard times, found their footing thanks to Robert. What really struck me, though, was how often he’d show up at games—not because he had a kid on the team, but because he said it helped him remember what the Family Inn was su...

Dear Ms. Swift,   We hope you’ll indulge a pair of retired innkeepers who’ve traded in their ledgers and late-night plumbing calls for crossword puzzles and hummingbirds. We’re writing in support of a recommendation you may have received about writing a song inspired by Robert Hines and the Family Inn of Casa Griago, Arizona.   We were the previous owners of the Family Inn. For many years, we ran it as best we could, with the resources we had and the guests who came. It wasn’t exactly a postcard operation—truth be told, it had become the kind of place where folks tended to pay in cash and appreciated the absence of questions…and security cameras. By the time we passed the keys to Robert, the paint was peeling, the pipes were wheezing, and the reputation was—well, let’s just say "colorful."   We knew Robert didn’t have much money, but he had something even rarer: conviction, patience, and a stubborn belief that a rundown roadside motel could become a place of dignity and s...

Dear Taylor Swift, We hope this letter finds you well and immersed in the kind of creative magic that has inspired millions—Robert Hines of Casa Griago, Arizona among them. Robert is the owner and unlikely heart of a local landmark: the Family Inn of Casa Griago. When he first took it over, the name was more aspirational than accurate. The property had seen better days, and one of its main draws—if you could call it that—was the lack of security cameras and the strategic placement of parking spaces shielded from the road. But Robert had a vision not just for the building, but for the people it served. With only modest savings and a great deal of grit, Robert poured himself—quite literally—into restoring the place. He did much of the work with his own hands: repairing plumbing, repainting walls, fixing roof leaks, and scrubbing away more than a few stubborn memories. Perhaps most symbolic of the transformation was his reimagining of “Happy Hour,” once defined by bargain booze, into “Hap...

Poor Taylor Swift!  In this AI generated fictional series, a determined group of locals keep pestering Taylor to write a song about Robert Hines, a seemingly superhuman proprietor of the Family Inn in Casa Griago, AZ, who, with very few resources, turned the establishment from a seedy motel into something genuinely worthy of the name. No more "happy hours" featuring cheap beer. Here comes "Happy Family Hours" featuring wholesome and organic fruit juices for the whole family. And the old customers? Robert treated them with compassion and without judgment. All individuals named in this series--except Taylor--are purely fictional, as is the establishment and the organizations mentioned. To be sure this is clear, all entries are created by AI, sometimes with additional prompting. Now is the time to get tissue handy, as you will probably experience tears in your eyes.  It is worth noting that although Robert and Mirasol (who will emerge first as Robert's fiancee and ...