My dad and his brothers owned a bar on the northside of chicago in the early 70's. All my uncles adored my mom, and my mom adored pinball. We moved to wisconsin when i was just a baby, but it sounds like when the brothers closed the bar, they all agreed that my mom should have the pinball machine- thus PAT HAND sat gathering dust in our laundry room for my childhood and adolesence. I think it was my perents 25th or 30th wedding anniversery when my dad somhow procured a working game, Air Aces. My parents would fire up the fireplace, the carlo rossi and MGD would begin to flow and our whole famiily and whoever else was around would play air aces untill the wee hours of the morning. My older brother even made up a song to jinx each other while the other was playing! So mnay good memories of my family and our friends playing that game :). both machines have sat idol since the turn of the century, hard to find anyone to work on them. Ive lost both my parents and my closets brother now, but i have finally found someone locally to work on our machines! I was a real struggle for my wife and i to get air aces out of the basement, but we did it! And i dropped it off for service about three weeks ago. I just cant wait to play again, to make new memories with our friends and famliy and to know that my mom (ma) will be looking down, laughing, so proud that we will play with her in our hearts.