Secretive Collectors.
Good morning, gentlemen. I trust you are all in rude health and fine spirits.
As I grow older and with rather too much time to ponder such things, the subject of secretive pool ball hoarders often crosses my mind. Via this wonderful thread, a dedicated Facebook group, and one or two personal acquaintances in the United Kingdom, I am in sporadic contact with about seventy like-minded collectors across the globe.
These esteemed fellows, for they are all men, harbour varying degrees of obsession… from the occasional buyer of billiard-related tchotchkes at local yard sales, to passionate fanatics like me who voraciously haunt obscure corners of cyberspace in mortal fear of missing out on a pristine Romanique or unknown Raschig. We are a broad church.
But, dear reader, what about elusive pool ball collectors… clandestine magpies who furtively gather the rarest of spherical gems but never share anything with the wider world? How many of those shadowy figures exist and, moreover, what are they hiding?
Good morning, gentlemen. I trust you are all in rude health and fine spirits.
As I grow older and with rather too much time to ponder such things, the subject of secretive pool ball hoarders often crosses my mind. Via this wonderful thread, a dedicated Facebook group, and one or two personal acquaintances in the United Kingdom, I am in sporadic contact with about seventy like-minded collectors across the globe.
These esteemed fellows, for they are all men, harbour varying degrees of obsession… from the occasional buyer of billiard-related tchotchkes at local yard sales, to passionate fanatics like me who voraciously haunt obscure corners of cyberspace in mortal fear of missing out on a pristine Romanique or unknown Raschig. We are a broad church.
But, dear reader, what about elusive pool ball collectors… clandestine magpies who furtively gather the rarest of spherical gems but never share anything with the wider world? How many of those shadowy figures exist and, moreover, what are they hiding?