This is the story of the trials and tribulations of young men in their late twenties to early thirties during the fifties. They had gotten older and graduated from the softball-sponsoring local neighborhood saloons to the new sheriff in town, Cocktail lounges. These were nothing more than the same old saloons that had been wallpapered and remodeled with dropped ceilings and mirrored walls. Some had been further enhanced with potted plants in the windows and women bartenders. Their social lives were designed around these places. TV was still in its infancy, and the sports bars were not in play as yet. They would stop in almost every night for a couple of beers, make a few bets on games or the ponies for the next day, and collect any winnings, if any. They were also at that point in life where, whether they realized it or not, they were looking for a life partner to fulfill their lives. But for the most part, as the old song goes, "They were looking for love in all the wrong places. " One of these places was a cocktail lounge called Divorcees Corner, whose motto was "C'mon in, if you don't have one, you'll get one." They catered to the older crowd. At that time, women over twenty-six or twenty-seven were considered "old maids, " so they frequented these places along with a collection of divorcees and widows.
