I've got a wicked Skee-Ball jones going on of late. Too bad it's the absolute wrong season for it, unless I want to play the overpriced plastic version at the Liberty Tree Mall in Danvers. Normally the wife and I head to Salem Willows for our Skee-Ball fix, but the arcades there close for the winter, though the park itself stays open (as do a couple of the snack joints, one of them serving Chop Suey sandwiches, a North Shore classic!). If ever I come into enough money to buy something just for the sake of buying something, I think I'd track down and acquire an old school Skee-Ball machine - two if I was really rich, a "his and hers" pair of course - so that we could play whenever we got the shakes. For free even. Of course part of the fun of playing this upcoming spring and summer will be winning a mess of prize tickets for Andriana that can be redeemed for cheesy little toys and stuffed animals. After all, that's why we train all these years on games of skill and chance - it's for the kids, right?
Right.
(Oh man, now I really want to play Skee-Ball...)
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