I spent every quarter that came into my possession on pinball. I rode my bike up to 10 miles to play a new machine. I owned three books on pinball technique. And, of course, I loudly condemned The Who’s pinball-themed rock opera Tommy to anyone who would listen, arguing that no deaf, dumb, and blind boy could master the game using his sense of smell.
Feature story on pinball and its players by Southwest Airlines (Magazine)