The air hockey table is a classic returning those of us who were young people in the seventies to the regretful recall of violent snap and glowing cheers on windy winter nights. In the single pub in Smalltown, U.S.A., we’d step, beating off the slush and greeting each other town and preppie the same. Then we’d amble to the juke box to try to speculate on the line up, move to the lonely pinball machine to check the high score and who held it, and then make our way to the air hockey table to get our every night catharsis. - Read more