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The old men sit in the sun. Their skin is brown and pebble-grained like a football. Harry Weiss, in black knee socks, blue shorts and pink shirt, comes by the pool and says, "It's heaven on earth. I got more friends here in four months than I had in L.A. in 24 years." Near by, in the clay-modeling shop, Mrs. Margaret L. Saulino, a big lady from Warwick, R.I., sits making a vase. "Tuesday morning is sewing, Tuesday afternoon is knitting," she says. "I used to take Spanish lessons too, but I didn't want to tie myself down." Her glasses hang from a pearl chain. "The only thing I miss is October. You know, when the leaves turn."