JimS said:I started at Brads Pool Hall here in Galesburg Il. The place was run by the two Bradshaw brothers, Shirley and Perry. They were in their 60's and had very little patience with smart ass 14 yr old brats... i.e. me. They kicked me out time after time as the rule was you had to be 16 to get in. I kept on slipping in the back door and they finally just threw their hands up and gave in to my good looks, charming manner and quick wit.
I had no mentor. NOBODY would show me anything. That's the way it was. I watched and learned and then experimented on the table in the back corner. If they weren't busy they would let me play for 1/2 price on that table as it had torn cloth. Full price was a penney a minute or a dime a game. The year was 1956/57. Pepsi was a dime, $.15 for a big hot dog at the Coney Island across the street, chips for a nickle, candy bars for a nickle, cigs were a quarter a pack, gas about $0.20 a gallon. $2 an hour was good pay.
There was no TV (except durig the World Series or boxing matches), no music, cussing was kept at a minimum. I loved that place. Home was no place to be. To much unhappiness and BAD vibes all the time so I was always looking for some place to hang. Brads was my home and the guys were my family. It was torn down in the 60's.
Thanks Jim. I love this story. Brings back good and bad memories for me.