We played until our fingers were blue, because the cue chalk was blue.
Your right, but chalk used to be green in the way old days, apparently, way old.
Our pool hall was a social center. The ranchers would come to town at 7 A.M. load up feed...then stop at pool hall to gossip on the
price of beef, lack of rain....
The pool hall a newspaper where you could find out who was doing what to who and why.
Various males, all employed, would stop in for a game or two. No cussing, no fighting and no gambling.
The banker would make occasional appearances (Bank totaled three employees), he was always trying to raise money as the bank
examiners were about to visit. All debtors would raise money, take it to the bank so thy state examiners would not shut down bank.
In a ranching community of less than 1,000 people the bank was essential.
Grown men ruled the pool hall till sundown, then the teeny boppers and thugs took over: lots of bad fights behind pool hall, lots of drinking
lots of cussing and trying to find the correct behavior to be a man.
The owner, Webbie and his owl hoot friend would play 'goose me,' every day, which raised a few eyebrows.
This was 1957-62, women would enter to talk to hubbies, they received great respect', the males put forth their best manners.
A long time ago, a different time and place.
