Olympia Billiards, a locale featured in my novel, The Medal, brought back fond memories for Bev, a recent reader. As a child, she lived on a street around the corner from Olympia Billiards. Her father loved the game, but her mother thought that playing billiards was not an appropriate leisure pursuit. However, she did approve of her husband spending time with their daughters. Bev remembers accompanying her father and sister on walks to Charles Street. Her dad would buy the girls ice cream. While they sat outside on the staircase next to the building, savouring their treat, their dad was inside enjoying a game of billiards.
“I don’t think my mother ever found out!” Bev chuckled.