When I was a young feller, I used to frequent a pool hall in my little home town in Northern British Colombia. The tables were all carved hard wood, with green felt over slate and woven leather pockets. They ranged in size from smaller to full size billard tables. The balls were all ivory. Always admired that. But time moved on, and the hall eventually shut down. They literally couldn't give the tables away. Always wished I could have aquired one of those...
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