This table was coin operated and saw a LOT of use. It was inoperable for a lot of reasons. The table top was long gone, replaced by a piece of OSB, painted green. Being a flat board, of course the ball would have gotten stuck in the corners and been no fun to play. Also, it was structurally unsound (wobbly), missing a couple of handles and a bunch of guys. It was also played for a time without the correct bearings — so, the holes the rods run in had to be sorted. Some things weren’t “technically” bad, but were made out of lesser materials. While everything up top was solid maple, underneath, most of the structure was particle board that had lost its integrity over the past 50 years of play.
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I’m not famous. Or even Fame-ish. Fame-ish-ish at best—and only in certain, super small circle of weirdos like me. With…
There’s only one thing better than getting Genevieve, the Fix published—turning Genevieve’s 8-bit self into an amazing sticker! I just…
Five years ago God started preparing me to die. This was a year before I was diagnosed with advanced prostate cancer. A year into treatment, he began teaching me how to live. The root of both lived in learning how to truly love God. You’d think that after 50 years and many years of ministry I would have known how to love God, but serving God and loving God aren’t always the same thing.
Give our friends at Georgio's some love. And, they just might give you some love back, like they did with me.
Late last year we began our quest to buy a farm. We weren’t looking for a hundred acres, just enough for us to chase our passions on a grander scale than possible in a Home-Owner’s Association will tolerate.
That’s right fellas, I finally landed on a name for the first of the Feral Darell series of stories! What…
I kinda figured there was something wrong with me—even that I was a goner. I always figured I'd die with an arrow in my back. I'm not sure why. I never considered something as boring as cancer would take me.
