While I certainly could not equal some of the stories elucidated earlier, I cannot help but sigh at the emotion and connectedness that the mere rememberance of skelly brings out in all of us. But then, after all, why would we all be searching sites like these if not for these visceral memories. Oh, for the days when bottle caps came with cork within; waiting only for the crayon or candle wax to cement their perfections. And … why is it that there were such geographical differences in the game, proceding downward even from the nomenclature?
Original author: J.D. Levy [e-mail]