Every day I come to work, I pass by an old television set that’s on display in our lobby. A sign indicates that it is from the 1950s. I’ve been invited to a place where this TV would fit in very nicely.
I’m in the dining room inside Kay Adams’ home on Erie’s west side. You walk in and you go back in time and see what it was like to be at a swinging soda shop during the fifties and sixties.
You can sit down at a booth and pretend you are with the gang from Happy Days…