BY JULIE SEYLER

The doors leading into Convention Hall have been unlocked. On Saturday afternoon I wandered around. There were flying angels…

…and lobsters:

Byzantine arches…

…and a ceramic stove someone must have imported from India that is not at all original to the building but still lovely to behold:

Convention Hall is a grand old building with grand old bones infused with grand old memories.

Here’s to the summers of the ’60s, when the age of 60 meant old like Mrs. Tashlick old. We were barely teenagers.

(Remember Bamburger’s?)