I always thought Bumper Pool was an Irish Game. I so associate it with my time in Oakland, my time at McNally's, the best Irish Pub possibly in the whole world. Even the building is green.
There was where I learned to play bumper pool, and there was where I thought I had left it. It was one of those sweet somethings of that yesteryear of California.
And then I found one at Petes Bar in Atlantic Beach. And Petes kind of contains so many of the things McNally's meant to me. Just people being people. A great Jukebox. Cigarette smoke (that I hate, actually, but still). Good, cheap beer. A certain ease. Oh - and let's not forget - Erotic Photo Hunt. Thank you.
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