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Once a week men and women, 78 years old and upwards, meet at a local lunch Club. For many of them it is a focal point of their week, a free lunch and the chance to chat or just sit quietly with others.

We know that if we’re lucky old age will come to us too. But as physical and mental abilities are slowly stripped away by time, so society seems to strip away the identity of the old.

For many an unspoken truth is that the old become a burden, they produce nothing and consume a lot; they become an amorphous mass for whom society must sigh and do its filial duty.

But meet members of the lunch club and look beyond the surface. You will find people, not old people, just people, people like you.
The Lunch Club
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