 When my family first moved to Wyandotte, MI we rented a house right behind Biddle Bowl. It was so close, I could hear the pins crashing all night. Since I just turned 13, I was able to get a job manually loading those pins. I wasn't getting rich, but it was enough to keep me in comic books and RC Cola. However, it had it's risks. Some bowlers would get drunk and see if they could purposely hit us with the flying pins. Today that would be called "child endangerment", but back then we just called it "having a job". :-)
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