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<blockquote data-quote="Buzz1126" data-source="post: 125725" data-attributes="member: 3964"><p>First, let me say that Jeff is The Man! I'm glad you're able to play in this sport/hobby that I've been playing now for close to fifty years. My father served in the Air Force, so we traveled the US for 26 years. After scoping out the neighborhood, the next stop is always the bowling alley. I went in, passed the snackbar, took a right at the pool tables and there they were: Drop-A-Card and Lawman. I remember DAC had these tiny little flippers and a big expanse in the middle of the table. Lawman had a bank of drop targets on the left and on the right had a pachinko-style alley that, when lit, added to your bonus total. This is where my meager allowance of a dollar a week ended up. And truthfully, this is where I learned that if you could pick up DAC and hold in the cn return, you could get two, maybe three games. That is if you didn't tilt. </p><p></p><p>Over the years, I've poured enough quarters into enough pinball machines to have bought the machines listed below. Wherever I saw a pinball machine, I carried a couple of quarters with me, just in case. Like the song says, I've played 'em from Soho down down to Brighton, literally. I've played in the casinos in Las Vegas. In the Dallas/Fort Worth airport. In the cafeteria of the hospital my daughter was born (I waited until after delivery...). In a convinience store located at the intersection of two dirt roads in Louisiana so far back in the swamp, I swear I played against Robert Johnson. I learned to use my drivers license to slide forgotten quarters out from underneath the chrome piece at the top of the coin door. I've heard that game-won knock once a million times, a double and triple-knock from matching many times, and that elusive, glorious knock-knock-knock-knock quadruple match several times. I've set my son and daughter in a chair so they watch and play, and know I'm sittin' THEIR children up there.</p><p></p><p>Pinball isn't my life. But it just might be in my soul. There's a gentle tug when I pass the blinking lights or the notes ( later on, the voices) of that "c'mon man, come show me watcha got!" I still carry a couple of quarters. </p><p></p><p>You never know...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Buzz1126, post: 125725, member: 3964"] First, let me say that Jeff is The Man! I'm glad you're able to play in this sport/hobby that I've been playing now for close to fifty years. My father served in the Air Force, so we traveled the US for 26 years. After scoping out the neighborhood, the next stop is always the bowling alley. I went in, passed the snackbar, took a right at the pool tables and there they were: Drop-A-Card and Lawman. I remember DAC had these tiny little flippers and a big expanse in the middle of the table. Lawman had a bank of drop targets on the left and on the right had a pachinko-style alley that, when lit, added to your bonus total. This is where my meager allowance of a dollar a week ended up. And truthfully, this is where I learned that if you could pick up DAC and hold in the cn return, you could get two, maybe three games. That is if you didn't tilt. Over the years, I've poured enough quarters into enough pinball machines to have bought the machines listed below. Wherever I saw a pinball machine, I carried a couple of quarters with me, just in case. Like the song says, I've played 'em from Soho down down to Brighton, literally. I've played in the casinos in Las Vegas. In the Dallas/Fort Worth airport. In the cafeteria of the hospital my daughter was born (I waited until after delivery...). In a convinience store located at the intersection of two dirt roads in Louisiana so far back in the swamp, I swear I played against Robert Johnson. I learned to use my drivers license to slide forgotten quarters out from underneath the chrome piece at the top of the coin door. I've heard that game-won knock once a million times, a double and triple-knock from matching many times, and that elusive, glorious knock-knock-knock-knock quadruple match several times. I've set my son and daughter in a chair so they watch and play, and know I'm sittin' THEIR children up there. Pinball isn't my life. But it just might be in my soul. There's a gentle tug when I pass the blinking lights or the notes ( later on, the voices) of that "c'mon man, come show me watcha got!" I still carry a couple of quarters. You never know... [/QUOTE]
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