Boy you are sure recreating many years gone by for me...No, I do not remember the cue maker (Len Roval) you mentioned, but I may well have known him then..60 yrs. can dull a lot of brain cells!....Thanks so much for taking the time to post all those pics..
I moved my young family from Colo. to San Jose in 1955..We first lived in Cupertino, obviously long before it became known as 'Silicon Valley'..Almost every one of those pics trips a trigger!..I have been sharing them with my four 'kids' (who are all around 60 now)...Thanks again Dave!
Dick
Weren't you ever a kid in Detroit?
I guess my pics won't work today.
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Dick, if I might switch gears for a moment, I'd like to hear a little about your relationship with Freddy Bentivegna.
When I was hanging around Onepocket.org, a few years back, I remember you and Freddy would ofttimes have some very exciting, if not heated, exchanges. Can you elaborate on how you felt about that relationship, and perhaps some of the things that made it all so entertaining? :smile:
Nice picture of our hero, Gordie Howe!..I was mostly only a kid in Detroit, when my mom would ship me off to grandma, for summer vacation!..I never really cared at all for the place! (or any other big eastern city) :sorry:
TS..Fred and I always endured a pretty basic personality clash!..At the outset, we were not bitter enemies, even though one particular nosy a**hole on the forum, tried to push us in that direction!..Fred always respected me as a player, and most of our early exchanges were humorous, and quite harmless!
I used to tease Fred mercilessly, about his famous 'Beat List' and his constant bragging!..I honestly thought he was just kidding about the BL, but he was dead serious!..Truth be known, I probably pushed it a little too far..He and his main cohort (you know who it was) began a full scale vendetta against me, full of lies and innuendos, which, of course I took offense at..Then things became pretty much untenable!
Due to Fred's long standing relationship with Booth, I was the odd man out!..I said some things I probably shouldn't have, which led to my getting banned!..I do miss Fred, and had I known he would be gone so suddenly, I'm sure I would have taken a different approach! ..Obviously, its too late now! :frown:
Why don't you tell us about the Ramona or Riviera theater where a cute girl named Susie (I think) took something from you in the balcony that you can only lose once?
RBL
Funny story about the Colster and me. When he first came to Houston (70s I guess) he shot the lights out playing nine-ball but his one pocket skills left a little to be desired. He only had five hundred dollars, which he put up to play me five games ahead one-pocket. It was like stealing. I locked him up in the stack until he was going out of his mind. I was four games ahead and had him five or six balls to none. I froze him up in the stack on his side of the table and had a couple of balls by my pocket. Cole asked me if I would take four fifty and quit. I wasn't a very considerate person at that time (Just plain rude, to be exact) and I think I said something to the effect of, "Shoot punk." His retort came in the form of, "Then, stick it in your ass." and without even touching the table, took is cue in both hands and shoved it through the stack, As he started to turn away he saw two balls bank into his pocket. I didn't think to call foul before he shot and ran out. Immediately my Adam's apple turned into an Adam's grapefruit and I tried to turn the game into a shooting match with him...ERROR.
Cole quit with a cool thousand in his pocket.
I miss the guy. Keep it fun. Alfie
I thought my hand was on Dick's thigh.
Funny story about the Colster and me. When he first came to Houston (70s I guess) he shot the lights out playing nine-ball but his one pocket skills left a little to be desired. He only had five hundred dollars, which he put up to play me five games ahead one-pocket. It was like stealing. I locked him up in the stack until he was going out of his mind. I was four games ahead and had him five or six balls to none. I froze him up in the stack on his side of the table and had a couple of balls by my pocket. Cole asked me if I would take four fifty and quit. I wasn't a very considerate person at that time (Just plain rude, to be exact) and I think I said something to the effect of, "Shoot punk." His retort came in the form of, "Then, stick it in your ass." and without even touching the table, took is cue in both hands and shoved it through the stack, As he started to turn away he saw two balls bank into his pocket. I didn't think to call foul before he shot and ran out. Immediately my Adam's apple turned into an Adam's grapefruit and I tried to turn the game into a shooting match with him...ERROR.
Cole quit with a cool thousand in his pocket.
I miss the guy. Keep it fun. Alfie