I grew up with the lights and sounds of pinball. I remember the big yellow boxy thing in the basement it made all those noises. The flashing lights, the thump of the bumpers, the buzz of the flippers and the sound of the match unit going crazy along with the bell. Oh yes the smell that thing made. Opening the cabinet door and watching the score drum make all those sparks. Then i was old enough to play. Took years for me and my siblings to master rolling over the score on the Williams em Klondike but sadly as others have stated it finally quit working one day and bye bye it went. Still something odd about orange and pink horses.
Years went by played here and there. Then i got old enough to get a job and now i have 6 machines all in states of repair some work and play some are waiting there turn to come back to life another day. Just last week the solder station went up in smoke and now here i sit looking for that next machine while i wait for the new one to come any day. Hoping someone local has to part ways with another machine for me that i just have to have snatch up and play because they like many of us here we have reached the limit and now something has to go because they have another one on the way.