When I was about 7 years old, my father would take my younger sister and I to the "pool room", over on 63rd and king drive on the south side of Chicago. Although I couldn’t express myself back then, I did find it intriguing to watch folks shoot pool, gamble, argue and cuss up a storm. It was very comical to listen to and I had a hard time holding in my laughter at times.
Unfortunately the “Pool Room” was demolished. It is now an open field. In addition a side note there was a bar also attached to the “Pool Room” where I would get perch dinners with spaghetti as a side dish.