When I was about ten years old, we had a neighbor across Heidelbach Street who dealt in gaming devices including pin ball machines. For the life of me I cannot remember his name. However, it is not important. Our dad became friends with him, and one day magically a pin ball machine showed up in our house. AS i got older I realized it was an early model, and the newer ones had more bells and whistles. Dad probably got this one at quite a bargain.
We didn’t know or care about that, we just were thrilled to have our own pin ball machine. We played the thing for hours. Bob, Kitty and I started keeping track of scores and competing against one another. Friends would come over and play also. It helped prevent us from wasting our money on machines that required a nickel to play. However, since we had no allowances, it is probably a moot point.
Eventually the machine broke down, and since we had no means of fixing or getting it fixed it just sat there. One day I came home from school, and it was missing. Then as if by magic, a bookcase appeared in Kitty’s bedroom. Would you believe it, the wood had the same color patterns as the old pin ball machine.
