Posts, Pictures, and Pointless Ephemera
Darn. You can't have any fun there. Terrific find!
Ernestine & Hazel's my Memphibian pal reminds me.
What exactly would count as free-loden in this context? Hanging out without buying anything?
Something like that. My impression was that this sign dated back to the building's brothel days. I don't have have any concrete basis for this impression other than it seemed like not much had changed there in a long time: crackled walls of a crazy vivid blue (with black trim, if I recall?), a long hallway of rooms upstairs where one could meander at will, a thick coating of "old" on everything. The only obvious change was the absence of prostitutes. (And I'm kind of hoping the place had been given a vigorous scrub-down at some point with some bleach and water, though I doubt it.)