From my Bally Expressway, two different tag/stamps

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Not from an EM pin, but cool decal none the less.
I bought several games from this operator over the years, including a Snow Derby.
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I remember once when i went to his offices/storefront,
he had about 100 pins (all in pretty poor condition) stored around the back
in various rooms of several small cottages
of what was at one time a now defunct motel.

That payout is fairly generous as 500 points is not that hard to get, unless it is set for 3 ball play.

One of my fondest memories was in late 70s
playing pinball (They had Fireball and a big ball bowler)
at a dive bar near Newport Beach Pier in Calif.
10oz glass of beer on tap was only 35 cents a glass.
We called the place "Mom's" mainly cause the daytime bartender
was some gruff older lady serving them.

Not my game, but pulled it from ipdb
interesting in that the operator is from Europe

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This post has nothing to do with operator decals, but that last couple of stories reminded me of this story.

I was maybe about 5 or 6 years old, and my parents (both teachers) were going to “summer” school in Aberdeen S.D. My Dad was getting his masters in teaching and my Mom was finishing up her 4 yr B.A. in teaching, at Northern College. While going to school, my dad also worked a part time job during the summer, as a teacher’s salaries in the Dakotas were pretty paltry. He worked as a bartender at a place called the Star Tavern, owned by a fella name Milo Hagen. On rare occasion, especially if mom had classes and dad was scheduled to work that afternoon, he would bring me along to work. He would proceed to plop me down on a bar stool in front of a row of 3 or 4 pinball machines, with an ashtray full of nickels, to keep me occupied for however long need be, in order to take care of other patrons.
My dad would tell me years later, after he realized that I was heavy into the hobby, a story about Milo and his coin-op operations at the bar. It seems that Milo also used to operate bingos at his bar. While bingos were legal in the state and county, they were illegal within city limits. My dad tells me that the revenue from the bingos oft times surpassed the tavern’s cash intake from alcohol sales. Back in the day, hard-working fellas would end up spending a good portion of their salary trying to manipulate those silverballs into the proper holes, hoping for a big bingo payout from the bartender, to knockoff any extra credits won. After a while the wives got wind of these “shenanigans”, and grew tired of their hubbies coming home with empty pockets, and took their complaints to civic authorities, who eventually did a “Mayor LaGuardia” on Milo’s bingo operations. My dad also told me about another bingo story, that happened a few years before the shutdown. Apparently, there was one young (but of age) guy that frequented the bar to play the bingo machines and he was pretty good. So good that he was starting to eat into Milo’s profit margin. So, Milo, after having grown tired of having to pay off too many credits this guy tended to build up, decided one day when the fella in question came back into the bar, confronted him, gave him a $20 bill and told him to get the hell out, and never come back and go play somewhere else.

Kinda like the CCA
Comics Code Authority

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I think the management just did not want to have to pay off all those credits,
and hoping the player who won them
would come back to play off some 300+ games.

I know that Game Doc.