Looked up my journal from April 2,1982. 37 years ago - yikes !
Apart from my friend Mike throwing a full basket of french fries on Mary and I (for a laugh) at Lenzo's restaurant and my punching him in the ribs in return (I was mad) and being "asked" to leave the restaurant, (we were done anyway) there is a mention of playing Gottlieb's Volcano that night. We accumulated 8 replays between the three of us and then sold them to a kid for a buck because we wanted to stay at the arcade for a while without spending our valuable beer money. The journal says that we then racked up credits on Stars and Wild Fyre and got bored and sold those credits off as well. I remember playing those old Sterns when my quarters were running low, they were easier to get specials on, but then you were stuck playing them or you sold off the credits cheap to some sucker. That is what we decided to do that night in April of '82 and move on to the taverns of the time and see who was there. We usually found people we knew from school or the south shore.
Before midnight we drank beers at the Tupper Tavern, the Royal Pub, Diana's and the Toe Blake. We always seemed to meet people we knew there or while walking the arcade streets of our youth until 3 am or so. Downtown was our stomping grounds and for many of the entourage of friends we had back then as well.
Got back to my place before dawn and talked until Saturday morning. I was 19 and OK with whatever was going on, except for the french fry shower from my best mate Mike and pinball partner in crime who I am meeting at MacLeans pub tonight April 3rd, 2019 at 6PM after I do a quick check up on "the herd" at the North Star right after work. There is some kind of tournament there tonight. Guess I am an operator now, or should I say - again. Life cycles indeed. If it gets a chance to repeat, it will, you just have to stay alive long enough.
Mike and I will likely be talking about those nights in 1982, and about the present ofcourse. By the way, being in our mid fifties, we do not buy french fries anymore
So no risk of violence tonight. Mike my pinball buddy remembered nothing about that night when I mentioned to him on the phone last night, he just laughed about the french fry shower and then after thinking for a moment said that he must have been a major asshole back then. I told him that I must have been one as well since I punched him in the ribs before getting kicked out of Lenzo's once again. Two young a-holes in 1982 pawning off replays to the kids of that time and looking for kicks.
Maxed out at 10 machines, no more no less. Toujours a 10 machines, pas moins pas plus.
Une règle suivi gueri de tout. A rule respected can cure anything.
A philosophy of doing shall rule til the days when I can no longer "do" arrive. Because when I am too old to wipe my own ass, adjust an AX relay or relieve a woman from sighing, there will be only memories to fill my time. So, the task at hand is to build a RRSP of memories, come hell or calm tides.
P.S. A man needs something to do besides contemplate how crazy everyone has become in a world of overly exaggerated self-importance upheld and maintained by the new dumb.