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Saturday, June 18, 2011

Fun House Do-Over


For the past 6 weeks, the Fun House has been torn apart and completely remodeled, because, well, why not, right?  It's not every day you get a chance to reinvent where you live, and in honor of my coming 70th year on this planet I decided to do just that: reinvent just about everything about myself.




Some things will stay, including the pool table, of course, but the floor upon which it rests will be completely replaced with "Royal Mahogany" (see above photo) which I think will look great with the Gold Crown IV table. 

This wood sort of reminds me of the wood floors at Allinger's pool hall in downtown Philly (now long gone).  It was a second-floor establishment, a long walk up a wide staircase, usually littered with homeless, panhandlers, and all manner of humanity.  But the pool hall itself was pure pool, an artifact from the Depression era pool halls, where the "No Gambling" sign was merely a decoration, one of very few.  I remember that when you wanted a new rack of balls, you banged your stick on the floor and over would come a young black girl, who would rack them for tips.  That's just the way it was back then, in the Fifties.  


I remember the sound of those floors, and the crack of the balls on the break, and every once in a while the sound of a ball rolling along those floors, sent aloft and on its way by some overenthusiastic ball-banger.  Not me, of course; even in those early years I had great respect for the game.






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