When I was young and dumb at the age of 18, with no responsibilities, I entered a joint in Rockville, MD by the name of Hank Dietle's Tavern. With only one bar box on site, I was immediately attracted to the game, especially the comradery of the "pool" regulars. It was fun meeting up there every day, like a clubhouse, always something going on.
One rainy afternoon, a couple of regulars who were construction workers, had a line of 10 quarters or more on the table. Being a little green and not realizing they were gambling, I politely asked if I could get in and bang a few around. They let me in, but when they saw how bad I played, they asked the bartender to tell me I couldn't play pool anymore while they were playing, interrupting their good time.
Well, I was determined from that point on that I was going to figure out this game of pool and show them guys a thing or two, and so my pool journey began as a Dietle-ite from that one-table bar, 25 cents a game, surliness and flies no charge!
JAM