At last at last....my first pin
It all started when I was a young kid, camping at the beach in my dads truck slide-in camper. My parents would hang around the campsite and consent to let me cruise the park pavilion. The smell of the beach, the juke box playing 45s, the pitch and bat machines whirling players around the bases, the dings of the pinball machines. I was always chasing the extra ball, the high score, that hard to achieve extra game. Oh, the lure of the steel ball caught me young. One day I said to myself, I would have my own pin.
Fast forward 35 years, and I'm a middle Click here for the full story and comments
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