Of course this postcard caught my eye on Cardcow.com--the 12 gables (on each side!), the ornate entryway, and best of all the writer's message. This is the Hotel Terrace (now there's a poorly thought-out name: "I'd like the Hotel Terrace, please, operator." Says the operator, "The terrace at what hotel, sir?" Real Abbott and Costello potential there ...)
I would like to know what Ralph did that requires begging his cousins' forgiveness but I doubt a postcard from Scranton did the trick.
Seriously, this is an impressive late-19th-century hotel, so confident in its reputation that it didn't need to mention its amenities on the back. According to David Crosby's Scranton (Arcadia Publishing, 2011), the hotel burned down in 1984 and is now a parking lot for Lackawanna College.
