Here are few of the reason that youth don’t get into pool anymore. One big reason is the father’s fault. Up until the 1960’s a big percentage of boy’s fathers taught them how to fish and hunt, drive and work on a car, about sex, how to work with their hands and how to play pool. IMO it was good bonding.
Today a big percentage of families live in cities where there is no place to hunt or fish. Kids learn how to drive in school and the days of the backyard mechanic are over unless you own a computer the plugs in to a car to tell you what part to change. If you were a teen during or after the Woodstock era or beyond you know Dad isn’t needed to have that talk to you about sex and bring you the red light district. As far as working with your hands, very few things can be or are worth fixing today. We just go buy the next new thing to replace it. There are very few youth centers around now and the ones that are don’t have pool table, or if they do there is no one there to teach pool.
Now every father didn’t bring their son to the poolroom when I was growing up, but a lot of fathers did. Mine took me to my first bar where there was a pool table, so I got two for one. We’d go to the boxing matches at Madison Square Garden, the Polo Gounds, Ebbits Field, and the house that Ruth built. As far as sex went, the nice lady down the street helped me with that at 13. Johnnyt
Today a big percentage of families live in cities where there is no place to hunt or fish. Kids learn how to drive in school and the days of the backyard mechanic are over unless you own a computer the plugs in to a car to tell you what part to change. If you were a teen during or after the Woodstock era or beyond you know Dad isn’t needed to have that talk to you about sex and bring you the red light district. As far as working with your hands, very few things can be or are worth fixing today. We just go buy the next new thing to replace it. There are very few youth centers around now and the ones that are don’t have pool table, or if they do there is no one there to teach pool.
Now every father didn’t bring their son to the poolroom when I was growing up, but a lot of fathers did. Mine took me to my first bar where there was a pool table, so I got two for one. We’d go to the boxing matches at Madison Square Garden, the Polo Gounds, Ebbits Field, and the house that Ruth built. As far as sex went, the nice lady down the street helped me with that at 13. Johnnyt