People often ask me how I got started in this business. The truth is, it probably all began with my childhood trips to places like Coney Island, Rockaway’s Playland, Nunley’s Amusement Park, and the countless boardwalk arcades along Long Island and the Jersey Shore. I also loved exploring the game rooms at the Catskill Mountain resorts on family vacations—rooms packed with every arcade game and pinball machine you could imagine. And yes, I quickly learned that if I pestered my parents enough, I could walk away with a pocketful of change.

At 17, my dad gave me the chance to turn that love into something real. He started his own game route, and I dove in, learning to service all kinds of coin-op equipment. But no matter how many different machines I worked on, one always stood out: the pinball machine. A pinball machine is like a mechanical symphony, and you’re the maestro at the flippers.

I started restoring pinball machines for friends and customers, and before long, word of mouth had people lining up. Even today, I still get a rush bringing a tired old machine back to life. The best part? Watching someone look at a restored game and swear it’s brand new.

People say that if you never want to work a day in your life, do something you love. I’m lucky—I love what I do. Every machine I restore gets my full attention, and the results speak for themselves. Come see for yourself—I’d love to show you the magic of a professionally restored pinball machine.