I worked for Lampson at Arcade Lanes around 25 years ago, when the SCA held their weekly meetings there. I played the jukebox a lot; the place was usually deserted and there were always strange noises coming from the stockroom (I swear it was haunted).
I can't believe he kept it exactly the same right until the bitter end. He could be such an ass, but he paid a fair wage and had the best homemade walk-in pickled veggies ever made.
An unforgettable guy and an unforgettable place.