Pinball Repair Master Adrift in the Age of Modern Marketing
Florida State Highway 33 is a desolate ribbon of asphalt that connects Polk City to Groveland, two places that are little more than speed bumps and never destinations. It is an artery we must transit when moving between Gainesville and the USDA labs in Winter Haven, FL, as they do a lot of analytical chemistry in association with our projects. There are no gas stations, mini marts or scenic stops, just mile after mile of pine and palm, broken up only by a toothless goon here and there, occasionally one rolling a tire. About six miles out of Polk City and 21 miles before Groveland there is a sign hammered into a naked spot on a tree. It is about eighteen inches wide and twelve inches tall. It is unpainted wood and features black block letters that say PINBALL REPAIR, followed by a phone number. Now, what are the odds.... you see where I'm going. Imagine the almost infinite alignment that needs to happen here. First, someone has to own a pinball...