Memories!!!Those tables would be like old home week to me. I guess somebody was a hell of a salesman during or right after WWII because everything in my home area that had a sign in front of it had a pool table.
Wooden floors with no subfloor. The gaps between the floor boards were big enough to sweep the cigarette butts through.
The funniest thing was that the leveling device of choice was the pasteboard beer coasters. What was funny is that they was often an inch or more of coasters under all four legs!
None of these tables had ever had the cloth changed.
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