| P L A Z A B I L L I A R D S |
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| Written and photographed by Russ Marshall |
So maybe Eddie Felson did hustled here in the '60s. But once, on a rainy Saturday afternoon, I thought I saw
Cody Pomeray's 1947 shadow lurking near the cue rack - taking quiet notice amid the click and clatter and
chalky blue squeaks.
This ain't Ames' mister - and there ain't no bar, no pin ball, no bowling alley - just pool.
A few life sounds, once heard, never ever leave you. The low rumble of a distant Harley, the rustle of silk on soft
skin, the solid door slam of a '55 Cadillac and the crack of a cue ball on the break.
Cody Pomeray's 1947 shadow lurking near the cue rack - taking quiet notice amid the click and clatter and
chalky blue squeaks.
This ain't Ames' mister - and there ain't no bar, no pin ball, no bowling alley - just pool.
A few life sounds, once heard, never ever leave you. The low rumble of a distant Harley, the rustle of silk on soft
skin, the solid door slam of a '55 Cadillac and the crack of a cue ball on the break.
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