My playing cue was stolen 12 years ago, by my so-called boyfriend. Custom, butt was tulip wood in front, with a darker grain swirl off the wrap, rosewood bottom of butt. My name as you see it on this post was embedded in clear plastic of some sort on one side of the base of the butt, maker's name opposite side. I had commissioned the cue at Baker's Billiards in Tampa, the usual cue maker had just learned he was dying of lung cancer and this cue was the first one the new guy made. I even did some of the lathe turns on the shaft. Then, they barred me from the shop and finished it. They surprised me with it when it was ready for me. Refused to let me finish payment. I had made a down payment when I commissioned it. I got to work that evening with it in an old sleeve case. I worked at T R McIntosh's room, Hot Shots, on Fowler in Tampa. T R was there, it was just before Xmas. Many local players were there. Jay Flowers, the case maker, was there. I walked in, said hi to everyone, shoved the cue down behind the ball counter and counted the register. Got done, looked around and saw a case on the players table. Everyone grinned. It was a Flowers case, black, with my name in white on the name side. I cried. Jay presented me with the case. I placed my new cue inside. Friends are great. Ex boyfriends that steal from you aren't.