Just two and a half years after his book Summoned at Midnight, about the last military executions at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas City native and KC Star reporter Richard (Rick) Serrano is back with another outstanding book, this one about the skywalks collapse at the Hyatt Regency Hotel in Crown Center.
The book, Buried Truths and the Hyatt Skywalks: The Legacy of America’s Epic Structural Failure, will be available for delivery Sept. 28. (Serrano had an advance copy sent to me.) Rainy Day Books in Fairway will have copies.
The July 17, 1981, tragedy was one of the seminal events in Kansas City history, and everyone 18 and older in the Kansas City area should read the book. Furthermore, school districts throughout the Kansas City area should order hundreds of copies and make it available to high-school students.
Although neither of those things is likely to happen, that’s how important the Hyatt catastrophe is in Kansas City history.
For we adults who were here then and are still alive now, it was, and will very likely remain, the most stunning and soul-rattling civic event of our lives.
The collapse of the second- and fourth-floor skywalks — a third-floor skywalk was not aligned with the other two — took the lives of 114 people and injured about 200 others. For some of the injured, like Sally Firestone, who was left paralyzed from the neck down, the event was was totally life changing. She went from an up-and-coming businesswoman to an advocate for people with disabilities.
Those who died included an off-duty Fire Department battalion chief, John Tvedten, whose son, also named John, was a firefighter who also died tragically after becoming trapped in heavy smoke while fighting a 1999 warehouse fire.
The Hyatt disaster left its imprint on all of us and all around us. It’s hard to believe, but for more than a decade now the hotel has been the Sheraton Kansas City Hotel at Crown Center. To that, I say it might be a Sheraton to out-of-towners who stay there, but for us, it will always be the Hyatt. Hyatt skipped town without even contributing to the Skywalk Memorial, which was dedicated in 2015.
At that dedication, which I attended, survivor Frank Freeman called July 17, 1981, the day “that wrenched innocent loved ones from our arms.”
“Mothers, fathers, children, grandparents, sisters, brothers, friends, spouses and lovers — all were gone in an instant,” Freeman said. “Gone. Just gone. How could that be?”
Yet it was…And to his credit, Serrano brings more clarity to the event than anything that has previously been written.
If you ask most people familiar with the collapse what caused it, they will tell you it was a mid-construction decision change: Instead of using six sets of long steel rods that were to start at the ceiling and extend straight down the sides of both skywalks, a structural engineer approved a change to 12 sets of shorter rods, with six sets supporting the upper skywalk and six others offset and bolted to the upper skywalk to support the lower bridge.
Tom Tryon, a drywall installer whom Serrano interviewed, said of the skywalks: “They felt solid…But I just didn’t like the idea of those rods. They weren’t heavy enough.”

There is no doubt that the design change compromised the suspension system, but Serrano’s investigation makes it clear that the design change was part of a much larger problem: a rushed and disorganized construction process spearheaded by a failing general contraction firm, Eldridge & Son, which had done other jobs for hotel owner Hallmark Cards. (Eldridge was fired three months before the project was completed.)
It didn’t help that city building inspectors were essentially AWOL during construction. Serrano wrote: “City records reveal they spent an average of just eight and a half minutes a week supposedly checking the vast foundation, structure, steel, and concrete at the Hyatt job.”
Here are some of the other truths that Serrano “unburies”…
- The “fast-track” construction method, in its early days at the time, led to something close to construction chaos at times, with the workers waiting on designers to give them their marching orders, i.e., the construction plans.
- Live load tests (with significant weight being placed on the skywalks) were never conducted to gauge how much the skywalks would comfortably hold.
- Before the hotel opened a year before the tragedy, some workers and others noticed cracks in the concrete skywalks, and others saw the ends of the skywalks pulling away from their moorings on the walls.
- There were other clear signs before the collapse that the project was fraught with problems. First, Pauly Nold, an 18-year-old apprentice ironworker from the St. Joseph area, was killed in October 1979 after an 80-pound wooden beam fell from near the top of the building and struck him while he was standing just outside the construction area. Second, a large section of the roof crashed to the floor on an October Sunday morning when, fortunately, no workers were there. Hallmark p.r. man William Johnson then lied about the extent of the problem, saying a single 16-foot beam had snapped loose.
- After Nold’s death and the roof cave-in, Donald Hall Sr., then president and CEO of Hallmark Cards, which owned and commissioned the hotel, called for the installation of access panel doors near the points where the hanger rods connected to metal box beams holding the walkways together. The panels were installed, but after that no one ever opened the doors to see how the connections were holding up. Serrano wrote: “Had they checked, they likely would have spotted a truth buried inside: The platforms were weakening.”
- Don Hall (now 93 and living in Mission Hills) spoke frequently about the importance of safety during construction, but, at the same time, he and executives of Hallmark’s development arm, Crown Center Redevelopment Corp., pushed hard to keep the project on budget and open by the target date of July 1, 1980. James Lucas, the final construction project manager, told Serrano: “Don Hall is a nice guy and wanted everybody to be safe and happy. But that was an illusion. A fatal illusion.”
There was another eye-opening “truth” that Serrano unearthed: A federal investigation determined, among other things, that the third-floor skywalk support system had also weakened and that it, too, seemed “very near” to failing.
The night the skywalks collapsed I was celebrating the finalization the day prior of my divorce. I was drinking gin and tonics with friends as I downed delicious fried chicken livers at Granny’s Restaurant at 17th and Baltimore. I had been a reporter at the Belton Star-Herald for less than a year, and was enjoying a night away from my beat area, where anytime I would hear a siren, I’d tune into the scanner to find out where the news was occurring and head in that direction. I thought that, for one night, I wouldn’t be chasing down sirens as it wasn’t my beat. After the air was constantly filled with sirens and we turned on the television over the bar to see what was happening, I still thought it wasn’t my story to cover and I should let emergency personnel do their job. Besides, I had no camera with me and was probably not in any condition to be rushing around the site of a tragedy.
Turns out there were several people from the Belton-Raymore area who were victims, although we didn’t learn about that for several days. It taught me a valuable lesson: News is news, and a curious reporter always wants to know what’s going on and pursue the details.
I was in the office and took rewrite from reporters at the scene. It was so damned confusing that I thought — and our headline the next day said — “a skywalk” had fallen.
When I got off work, I made a couple of calls about a woman I’d taken a dance lesson with. She had taken several, with the idea of going to the tea dances. I’m a terrible dancer and didn’t go back after the first lesson…I discovered, to my relief, she had not gone to the Hyatt that night.
Still, it was a horrible night.
I worked in Crown Center and occasionally we would walk over to the Hyatt for lunch. Remember the revolving rooftop restaurant, Skies? Was always a cool, fun place for special occasions. Was sorry when they closed it. Never attended a tea dance but, of course, vividly remember that night.
Great story and life lesson. Some reporters I knew needed a couple of belts to get their fingers going on a typewriter.
Great post Jim. Do you happen to remember if the Star (Times)? had the story on Saturday morning? I was living in Kirksville at the time and remember hearing or reading the news. Back in the day I would pick up the Star and Globe Democrat out of news boxes.