"Pinball is the perfect medium to continue mankind's fight against gravity by utilizing perfectly tuned machinery coupled with beautiful art and symmetry."
Spring of 1974
My Twin and I are 10 years old. We hear Gottlieb Chimes and Williams Bells walking past a store front and find a Klondike, Jack in the Box, and Flying Carpet at a local pool hall. We would get 5 bucks each from the old man on Saturday mornings and away we would go! We knew every location that had good machines. Kovettes Department Store had a row of 5. The Pool Hall had 3. Paul Revere's had 2. Sometimes our allowance would last us the entire weekend. We would have a good streak of replays and rack up 10+ credits, then sell them off for a tidy profit and move on to the next location. Sometimes we would only last a few hours...the leantimes. During one of our lean times we "borrowed" some silver dollars from my Mom's collection to play. Actually, that's how 2 10 year olds get into a pool hall. The owner was into silver dollars, so he let us in with a promise of kicking our butts if we caused him any trouble...in a pool hall... 2 10 years olds.
Pinball was and still is my gig. It goes beyond playing as I equally enjoy the hobby of restoration and maintaining these great machines. But in the end, playing against the machine with the chimes/bells and the orchestra of mechanical muzak, is my slice of heaven.