Alright, so the spring weather outside is not quite frightful, but it’s pretty crappy.
We’ve all been cursing the groundhog that predicted an early spring and scurrying back inside like defeated moles going back into the hole in the ground from whence they came to catch a glimpse of sunlight.
Call it a surrender. OK, it’s a defeatist attitude for now. Just for now.
So, the Retro Pic of the (George) Day brings us back to a place where all good RFH seniors sought solace, comfort and, well, a little bit of senior fever, otherwise known as mischief — the Senior Lounge/Commons … whichever you called it.
When the weather was not so hot, or spring-like, seniors gathered in this special little nook of theirs. It had cool 1970s sunken floors, some comfy furniture and bean bags and standard tables with oh-so-stylish captain’s chairs and, I do recall, carved initials in the table tops.
By the looks of some of the telling outfits, it wasn’t spring in this shot. It was likely Halloween. Either that or a pimp, a mummy, a sailor or two and Old Man Time escaped from the asylum that day.
Recognize anyone? Tell us your favorite Senior Lounge antics story.
Thanks, yet again, to the fabulous George Day for this photo of the past!