The sound of the Bowlaway, in the 1950s! It was like a piano tumbling down a flight of stairs, then panting in pain. Arch had a knack for fixing the various machines, so he loved them the way anyone loves something or someone who is easily humbled and easily cheered. Children screamed in the alleys because they could. Bowlers shouted conversation. Babies cried, and their parents laughed at them, said, do your worst, kid.
