When you're 76 and Ma still drops you off at the poolroom at noon, even though she's 97. You still carry the old zipper case with the Willie Hoppe cue, complete with an Elkmaster tip. The Lone Ranger lunch box you carried in school holds a thermos of soup, a peanut butter sandwich and a little baggie of Oreos. You scan the room for a game and spot a youngster of 60 or so and figure you'll have to spot him to get a game for the time.
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