Love's Labor Now Lost, to the Gavel: "[Engelbert Humperdinck] would retire to the suite after his performances at Mount Airy. The Humperdinck suite was the pièce de cheez-sistance at an auction of the contents of the resort known for its round beds, heart-shaped tubs and impossibly catchy jingle. (Everybody now: 'Beaut-iful Mount Airy Lodge.')
The resort, in Paradise Township, closed in late 2001, a victim of severe financial problems and shifting tastes... After decades as a celebrated honeymoon hideaway, it was sold to a businessman who is selling off its beds and tubs and fake potted plants, in the hope of transforming the site into a grand slot-machine parlor.
In the field house, it seemed everything but the jingle was for sale: ...of course, the glossy red heart-shaped tubs. There were 80 of the fiberglass tubs, stacked like bowls on display."
The jingle for the Mount Airy Lodge would play on nearly every television commerical break in my childhood. It's burned into my brian synapses. Everyone seemed so happy there while they sipped champagne in champagne flute-shaped tubs. And I always thought, One day, I too wil get to the Poconos. But that day has passed.
