It converted into a ping-pong table, too. After a couple years, the basement was remodeled, and the pool table, sadly, was scrapped.
Outside of the home set-up, my first memory of pool tables was when I was maybe 8 or 9. My family was visiting my aunt and uncle in northern Wisconsin, and we went out to dinner at a bar / restaurant in a little settlement called Cayuga, along Highway 13. It was a local hangout, and there were pool tables, so we started playing. I was given the chance to break the rack to start the game, and I promptly launched the cue ball up and off the table, and it made (in my recollection) a huge crack as it smacked the floor.
I remember lots of people looking to see what was going on. I remember being kind of mortified. I don't remember much else.
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I didn't have to worry about a pool table collapsing on me, but when we'd go to the same lake resort every summer, we'd have the fear-of-God warning about "if you tear the fabric on the pool table, it will cost xxxx dollars to replace ...!"
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