austin_dern (austin_dern) wrote,

Runnin' the ball is like making romance

It probably won't surprise you we went to the local hipster bar to play pinball, because it was a warm night and bunny_hugger's spring break had just started. It also gave us the chance to pop in to the Michigan Market and get greeted again very warmly by the cashier and possible owner with the big plans for what the place will be. It seems to be better-stocked than it had been, too.

Medieval Madness, bunny_hugger's favorite pinball and one that's been down for repairs for three weeks or so, was working again, something so surprising that she actually didn't realize until I started playing that it was turned on again. Better, the machine had been reset, so there was a blank high score table, and I managed to just worm my way onto the #4 position, my first high score on a physical machine in a long while.

What might surprise you, and did surprise me, was that the night turned into a mini pinball league night. Several of the league players popped in, including the league's organizer who was showing his father around the various local attractions. His father played, too, and while he was obviously inexperienced on these machines he was also obviously able to play pinball in general, and did quite well. Also, sadly, since among the league people who popped in were the strongest players, my high score was almost immediately wiped off by not one but two better games. And of course neither of us had brought a camera so I have only the fact, not the photograph of my name in dot-matrix lights.

Strangest of all to us was that while we spent a couple hours there, the various pinball league people came in, played their games, talked some, had some beers, and left before we felt we'd had quite enough to play. It was almost a quick-moving storm that came in, wiped me off the high score table, and left again with nothing but a discussion of whether we should turn off Medieval Madness before the pinball league Super Ball night (which was earlier this night) so that the real champion player doesn't get back his soon-to-be-assured dominance in its high score tables.

Trivia: A silkworm craze struck Connecticut, and the other New England states (Maine excepted), in 1834, with mulberry farms spreading for years until the bubble burst. (New England is rather cold for silkworms.) Source: The Old Post Road: The Story Of The Boston Post Road, Stewart H Holbrook.

Currently Reading: The World of Swope: A Biography of Herbert Bayard Swope, E J Kahn Jr.


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