The Rhinecliff Hotel overlooks the Hudson River alongside the railroad tracks. For many years it was the scene of lively Irish music sessions.
There was a hole in the tin ceiling where the resident squirrel (or was it a rat?) stuck his head through when the music really got going.
Sometimes a train would thunder by right in the middle of a melancholy slow air.
Other times the "phantom pay phone" would ring. There had once been a payphone, but someone removed the phone, leaving the ringer intact behind the wall. When it would go off, you'd just have to wait for it to quit ringing, because no one could answer it.
Someone bought the hotel and rebuilt it at great expense, but the business fell through, and it sits vacant now.
2 comments:
Sounds like a fun venue for a night of good music.
Great story and beautiful painting.
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