1,916 Comments for The Pines Hotel

Most of the time, I couldn't see the carpet for the smoke. Great memories of things above the carpet though.

robrot: who are you?

I spent numerous summers across the street in the Holiday. In fact, my dad's whole band used to have the Fiesta

Hey V. Boccadoro. I got you beat by, oh, 15 years or so. How cool. my e-mail is jgarfin@foursquare.org. drop me a note

I spent many a night watching Speedy, my dad, there.

you could go on the bridge. you just had to do it at night and it helped if you lived in one of the small cabanas... the doors in the background.

The couple in the tub was Steven Ehrlich, son of the owner, and his wife and first child

this was the last, and, at the time, nicest building.

the last number is '0', tay hota

robrot: you're correct. if you turned to the right there was the lower coffee/sundry shop.

I used to work in the card room. Made a lot of money under the table.

My grandmother has one of those. Takes some elbow grease, but it works better than the ice crusher on our fridge.

Lynne, the walking poetry anthology. I will stump thee....I will! *rails with fist in air*

Almost looks as though the lights are on... I know it's just the way the light from the window is hitting them, but this place didn't have power, did it?

(Scary thought with all that water about!)

Sounds like the Catskills would be a good place to start hunting, JLP!