pinball wizard...

If you ever wondered who the mayor (Grand Poobah, King, etc.) of Pinball Town is, well, wonder no more, my husband is he. Lynn isn't deaf, dumb or blind, but he sure plays a mean pinball. Ha! Now that you have that song on your mind you can hear a sample of it: number 14 on disc one.

In a little place called Irving, Texas an annual pinball festival is held and, thanks to our good friend Gary, Lynn hasn't missed a single one since he found out about it. At the moment Lynn is still there waiting to collect his prize money and trophy(s). He won a trophy and prize money last year so now he's hooked. He'll keep going back until he has bestested everyone. Lucky for me it falls right after his birthday every year so I don't have to worry about figuring out what to get him. It's always a kitchen pass for the full weekend.