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Pinball Route American Road’s Sports Stops Ten Pin Alley

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The Pinball Route Chasing the Silver Ball from New Jersey to BaltimorePinball machines refl ect American history. Nowhere can the game and its cul-tural record be better appreciated than along the Pinball Route—a 225-mile excursion through New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and Maryland that is the second entry in our AMERICAN ROAD® ORIGINALS Series. • TERRI COOK

American Road’s Sport Stops18 Sites Across North America Famed for Their GamesFrom the International Hockey Hall of Fame at Kingston, Ontario, to the National Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York, we visit eighteen sites around North America that bring out the kid in everyone. • ENSEMBLE

Ten Pin AlleyBowling from Milwaukee to Arlington One Lane at a TimeIn 2008, the United States Bowling Congress moved from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, to Arlington, Texas. We bowl our way across the Midwest to see the museum’s new digs. • MANYA KACZKOWSKI

Editor’s Rambler“Ball Bearings”

Write-of-WayLetters from Our Readers.

Who’s Driving? Contest

Friends in the Fast Lane: Road Event RetrospectWhere Th ere’s Hope, Th ere’s a Watermelon. Hot Wheels Heat Up the 2012 Detroit Auto Show. Minnesota Stacks Up at Mall of America.

Memory MotelAce Motel, Belle Fourche, South Dakota. • FOSTER BRAUN

Tunnel Vision: News Around the RoadLow ‘n Slow Chimayó. From the Land of Big Bunyans. Here Comes the Quak-er. Save a Buck on US 1. Indiana Loves Its Lincoln. Walking the War of 1812.

American Road Sweepstakes

Think Big!World’s Biggest Baseball Bat, Louisville, Kentucky. • ERIKA NELSON

Diner DaysBall Park Restaurant, Street, Maryland. • LYNN MILLER

Inspection StationArcopedico Legendary Classic Shoe. Diners of the Capital District. Death Valley Photographer’s Guide. Servo: Great Australian Service Stations. Wish You Were Here: Classic Florida Motel and Restaurant Advertising. Th e Road to Somewhere: An American Memoir.

Advertiser Index

Park PlaceYour Curbside Calendar.

John Claar’s Hitching PostRoad Gift s & Souvenirs.

American Crossroad Puzzle“Sports Model.”

Drive the Old Spanish TrailTravelers to Mobile, Alabama, should pay a visit to Hank Aaron’s boyhood home—now a museum. • ROBERT KLARA

Route 66 Kicks!Good roads led to longer family trips. Toy companies developed travel-themed games to cash in on the vacation-by-car craze. • JERRY MCCLANAHAN

Our National RoadPucker up! And plant a wet one on the gold-plated paving brick embedded at the start-fi nish line of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. • FOSTER BRAUN

One to 101Nestled in the shadow of some of the most recognized monuments in America, lies one of the nation’s oldest miniature golf courses. • MARK A. VERNARELLI

Thinkin’ LincolnSee Ole’s world-famous collection of animal mounts—some two hundred specimens—in the tiny town of Paxton, Nebraska. • CRAIG & LIZ LARCOM

“Hank Aaron’s Home Field”

“Playtime”

“Kissing the Golden Brick”

“A Little Golf in D.C.”

“Ole’s Big Game”

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Executive Editor

THOMAS ARTHUR REPPExecutive Editor & Art Director

REBECCA REPPGeneral Manager

JILLIAN GURNEYROBERT KLARA

Editors

LUCIE KRAJCOVACopy Editor

GUY COOKWebmaster

FOSTER BRAUNPodcast Host

PAMELA CASPER-COBERTHTERRI COOK

MANYA KACZKOWSKICRAIG & LIZ LARCOM

CURTIS OSMUNLEEDA TURPIN

Roadside Contributors

PETER GENOVESEJOE HURLEY

JERRY McCLANAHANERIKA NELSON

MARK A. VERNARELLIDepartment Editors

LYNNE MARIE THOMPSONFact-Checking

STEPHANIE FERNANDEZMICHAEL GASSMANN

Associate Graphic Designers

LYNN MILLERDAVE PRESTON

Product Reviewers

TONY CRAIGAMY C. ELLIOTT

Staff Photographers

ROBERT C. CLAARRoadside Consultant

TRACY WAWRZYNIAKCirculation

LYNETTE NIELSENHitching Post Sales

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ON OUR WINDSHIELD: A neon bowling pin sizzles inside the International Bowling Museum & Hall of Fame at Arlington, Texas. Photo by Manya Kaczkowski. OPPOSITE PAGE: During the 1960s, Transogram’s Route 66 Travel Game took fun for a ride. Photo by Jerry McClanahan.

I attended my fi rst baseball game at age six. Th ere I sat—a peanut snacking on Cracker Jack—captivated by every pitch, swing, and slide.

Well I remember that warm spring day—and the scene as I saw it from my seat deep in the bleachers. Th e stadium stood on Trumbull Street at Michigan Avenue—Tiger Stadium—the home of the Detroit Tigers. My uncle brought me to the ballpark to

acquaint me with the wide world of sports. Mine was to be a baptism by baseball—an education in innings—a rite of passage right through right fi eld.

Bug-eyed I watched the bunts and line drives. Th e decisive moment occurred late in the game, when the distant crack of the bat sent a fl y ball sailing my way. On the grass in front of me, the center fi elder backed up, loomed large, leapt high, and snatched the streaking missile from the sky. I can still hear the clap of the ball meeting glove. And I can see the number slapped across the back of the fi elder who made the big play—bold and blocky 24.

“Way to go, Mickey Stanley!” someone crowed in the crowd. And at that instant, I under-stood the grandeur of the game. I felt the synergy between player, spectator, earth, wind, and wallop that made baseball the great American pastime. I also found my fi rst hero: Th e acrobatic catch convinced me that Mickey Stanley was the greatest athlete of all time—a conviction to which I clung despite the adverse opinions of my playmates. Pockets fat with baseball cards, cheeks bloated with bubble gum, they showed me portraits of Mickey Mantle, Johnny Bench, Al Kaline, and other swing kings—and swore those players were Topps. But the cardboard faces failed to sway me. I’d seen Stanley in action. I wasn’t wowed by his hits.

I was wowed by his mitts.Decades later, I remain impressed by players who fi eld with fi nesse—no matter what turf they

tend. As coach of American Road, I’m oft en approached by authors who make slow pitches, swinging bulky, wooden ideas I’ve seen slung since my days in little league. I don’t need such players on my bench. Give me the ace with the agility of mind and the enthusiasm of spirit to leap higher, reach further, in the chase. Grasp the past. Palm the present. Catch that which is illusive on life’s wide, windy road, and hold it out for all to see.

In this issue of American Road, we literally get to base on balls. We salute games pitched, punted, shot, dribbled, and served—and we start our fi rst round on a roll. “Th e Pinball Route: Chasing the Silver Ball from New Jersey to Baltimore” launches travelers on a path that celebrates America’s favorite plunger-propelled pastime. “Th e Pinball Route” represents the second en-try in our AMERICAN ROAD® ORIGINALS Series. We hope you fi nd it worthy of replay.

“American Road’s Sport Stops” visits eighteen sports-related sites around North America that defi ne how and why we play. “Ten Pin Alley” chases the US Bowling Congress from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, to Arlington, Texas, with pride and pins to spare. Between frames, our road depart-ments add extra innings, laps, and rounds: We visit Hank Aaron Stadium, the Indianapolis Speedway, and one of the country’s oldest miniature golf courses, along US Highway 1.

Mickey Stanley retired in 1978. In all, he played fi ft een years and 1,516 games for the Detroit Tigers, earned four Golden Glove awards, and won one World Series. “I was never a superstar,” he humbly told Baseball Digest. Perhaps not. But I remember a day when Stanley inspired one kid to reach out and grab life—and that, in itself, was a pretty spectacular play.

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B ack in the Badland’s wild and woolly days, hiding an ace up one’s sleeve could cost a gambler his life. But in modern times, holding a high card close to one’s heart might just make a traveler’s vacation. When motorists pull off US Highway 85 at Belle Fourche,

South Dakota—and circle up to the Ace Motel—catching a good night’s sleep looks like a sure bet.

Th is western South Dakota town has served as a way station for generations of weary travelers—from the French trappers who named it “beautiful fork” to 1876 fortune hunters who headed toward the Black Hills with visions of gold glittering in their dreams. By 1895, Belle Fourche became best known as a welcome sight for weary cowpokes—like John Wayne in the 1972 movie Th e Cowboys—as they reached the largest livestock-shipping center in the world.

Th e story of the Ace Motel began nearly a half-century later. Aft er World War II, innkeeper Tom Gay decided that a new breed of high-plains drift er—the traveling salesman—deserved a clean, comfortable place to park his dusty boots for the night. So Gay built a fourteen-unit motor lodge along US 85 not far from the confl uence of the Belle Fourche and Red Water Rivers. Tom proudly named his inn the Gay Motel—unaware that history would deal a controversial hand to that gentle term. Th e Gay’s name was changed to the Ace Motel in the 1960s.

During the intervening years, the little motel was passed from owner to owner like an unlucky charm. Th en, in 1986, Merle and Viola Royer decided to gamble their life savings on the place. With the help of their grown children, the Royers’ purchased and modernized the Ace, and built upon the solid foundation Mr. Gay had laid.

Th e Royers spent the next twenty years sheltering travelers headed toward Mount Rushmore, the crusty old cowtown of Deadwood, and Devils Tower National Monument. Around the turn of the new century, their daughter, Vicki, came home to help run the business.

Vicki was there in 2005 when Mom and Pop Royer decided that the time had arrived to cash in their chips and retire. She knew something about long odds and standing pat on a good hand. For years, Vicki had worked in the gaming industry—she even dealt for the World Series of Poker in 2004. So she decided to continue operating the little motel that her parents had worked so long and hard to polish and bank her future on the little gem.

Nowadays, Vicki Royer is betting that the next gold rush to enliven Belle Fourche will involve the black gold from the oil sands of North Dakota. Huge deposits of oil have been discovered in the area—enough to usher in a new breed of fortune hunter. Like generations of travelers before them, the new pioneers will need a clean and classy place to hang their hats at the end of the day. Odds say many of them will stay at the Ace, where comfort and fi rst-class hospitality have always been in the cards.

Belle Fourche, South Dakota

BY FOSTER BRAUN

Ace Motel • 109 6th Avenue • Belle Fourche, South Dakota 57717 • (605) 892-2612 • acemotelinbelle.com • Photos courtesy Ace Motel.

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W hen the results of the vote were tallied, Fiorello Henry LaGuardia grew ecstatic. For the mayor of New York City, the time for celebration had arrived.

Monochrome photographs show the “Little Flower”—as Big Apple citizens aff ectionately called LaGuardia—

on that victorious day. Standing slightly over fi ve feet in height, much shorter than the startled onlookers, the mayor sports a fl amboyant white suit and close-cropped black hair. He grins triumphantly, leaning forward with arms outstretched, as he shoves a careening pinball machine toward the pavement.

PINBALL ROUTEPINBALL ROUTECHASING THE SILVER BALL FROM NEW JERSEY TO BALTIMORE

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18 SITES ACROSS NORTH AMERICA FAMED FOR THEIR GAMES

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(1) International Hockey Hall of Fame (2) Pro Football Hall of Fame (3) World’s Largest Shuttlecocks (4) Fifth Avenue of Golf (5) International Frisbee Hall of Fame (6) Women’s Basketball Hall of Fame

(7) National Museum of Roller Skating (8) Negro Leagues Baseball Museum (9) St. Petersburg Shuffl eboard Club (10) National Marbles Hall of Fame (11) Babe Ruth’s Grave (12) Antique Billiard Museum

(13) International Tennis Hall of Fame (14) PING (15) World’s Largest Chess Set (16) Hammerin’ Harmon’s Red Chair (15) World of Checkers Museum (16) National Baseball Hall of Fame

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In a word, Kingston, Ontario, felt pucked.No less of an authority than Captain

James T. Sutherland had proclaimed Kingston the Birthplace of Organized Hockey—and that great grizzled frost gi-ant knew a thing or two about the ice sport. Sutherland cut his cold teeth as a defense-man in the Dominion of Canada’s fi rst of-fi cial hockey league. He became a coach for the Kingston Frontenacs, won a blizzard of trophies, and helped found the Ontario Hockey Association Memorial Cup.

So when Sutherland identifi ed a hockey game played in 1886 as the world’s fi rst—a sticky little fracas fought with a square puck between Queen’s University and the Royal Military College on the frozen waters of Kingston Harbour—fans listened. And that’s why the National Hockey League threw its support behind the creation of a Hockey Hall of Fame at Kingston in 1943.

Initially, plans skated along smoothly: By 1945, the organization began inducting players into its Hall of Fame to be. Th en—in 1958—Kingston’s cool plans hit the skids: High costs delayed construction of a proper museum, and the National Hockey League withdrew its support for the proj-ect. Offi cials instead embraced the idea of constructing a Hockey Hall of Fame at Toronto, home to the venerated Toronto Maple Leafs.

Th e blow hit Kingston in its civic heart. Suddenly, its citizens felt they were in a face-off fi ghting for very heritage. Even aft er the Canadian Hockey Hall of Fame opened in Toronto during the summer of 1961, the scrappy community refused to surrender. And, so, in 1965, Kingston opened its own shrine to pucks and sticks—the Internation-al Hockey Hall of Fame—leaving Ontario with two shrines to the fastest game on ice.

THINK RINK: Hockey fans take to the ice at Kingston, Ontario—the Birthplace of Organized Hockey.

Kingston’s hall has since expanded sub-stantially to better compete with its Toronto counterpart. Its rooms house a sizeable In-ternational Exhibit—fi lled with artifacts such as the Olympic Gold Medal won by the Toronto Granites in 1924—and an ex-tensive tribute to Donald Stewart “Grapes” Cherry, the local-boy-turned-colorful-sportscaster known for his loud lounge suits and fi erce Canadian pride. Th e Original Six Collection is a remarkable study in sweaters, sticks, and photos that honors the National Hockey League’s initial six teams—the Bos-ton Bruins, Chicago Black Hawks, Detroit Red Wings, Montreal Canadiens, New York

Rangers, and Toronto Maple Leafs—and the stars of hockey’s golden age.

In fact, Kingston has taken to touting its museum as the Original Hockey Hall of Fame. Th e facility’s second fl oor houses the James T. Sutherland Lounge in honor of the ice king who fi rst identifi ed Kingston as the Birthplace of Modern Hockey. Each Febru-ary, old-style hockey is played at a rink on the city’s Market Square to commemorate that fi rst game of 1886—and tell anyone who would think to rob Kingston of its sporty birthright to go stick it.

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T he pins crash and tumble—all ten of ‘em—and

I do a little happy dance, then spin around, and

high-fi ve Jerry, my husband.

“Whoo-hoo!” I say, grinning.

We’re deep in the Heartland—somewhere

between Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and Arlington, Texas—at an

eight-lane bowling alley in a tiny town, and I’m gaining a deep

appreciation for a classic American pastime.

In 2008, when the United States Bowling Congress moved from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, to Arlington, Texas, bowlers in the Badger State succumbed to shock.

Arlington? Texas?Th e move didn’t seem to make sense. Aft er all, Milwaukee is Bowling Central—ten-pin

paradise—the historical heart of the hard-rolling, blue-collar sport. Before the USBC left town, Milwaukee had been home to the organization that regulates America’s greatest indoor game for years.

Texas, on the other hand, is cattle and oil country, right? What could a land of tumbleweeds and ten-gallon hats off er the game of ten pins—or any game, for that matter, that requires shoes instead of spurs?

We decided to fi nd out—and travel from Milwaukee to the new USBC headquarters deep in the heart of the Lone Star State. In fact, we decided to bowl our way there, rolling through Illinois, Missouri, and Oklahoma—and hopefully throwing a few strikes along the way.

We discovered truly old-fashioned alleys , few and far between, owned and operated as la-bors of love. We visited new establishments such as the Pin-Up and Th e Highball—fun and funky venues that breathe new life into bowling nostalgia. Above all, we learned that Texas is big enough to hold the USBC in science and in spirit.

Like Rockin’ Ray Miller’s polka song says: “Grab your balls, we’re goin’ bowling!”

BOWLING FROM MILWAUKEE TO ARLINGTON ONE LANE AT A TIME

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(7) Watonga Lanes (8) The Highball (9) US Bowling Congress /International Bowling Museum

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