So me and my friend Buck grew up in the heyday of pinball and the american arcades. On a trip to his grandparents house in the early 80's is when I really discovered pinball. They had a silverball mania in their basement and we'd play for hours for free. It's was endless and it was beautiful. He later inherited that silverball mania but had no where to put it so a local bar owner "friend" of ours put it on location. We'd go to rock shows at the bar and play and play until one day it was gone. Where'd it go? He traded it off to his vendor for another game. WTF? Fast forward 20 years later, Buck bought a new house and I followed up on a CL ad for a silverball mania. A house warming present was in order. I loaded it into the van, brought it to his new house, told him I had a chair that he may want to fill that new house and proceeded to pull the blanket off the silverball mania and watched his eyes light up. Some things are meant to come home.
Got any pin homecoming stories?