After a lengthy hiatus, I’ve found myself drifting into my favorite bar downtown after work these last two days to play pinball and have a cold one. Always the fearless trendsetter (or is that toothless loser), I saunter in alone, weighted down by a pocketful of quarters, hoping that something decent is on the jukebox. For some inexplicable reason I always play fantastic when AC/DC is coursing through the sound-system. My toes are tapping, my reflexes are sharp, and the super-jackpots just start adding up. Pretty soon, you’ve got 66 million and you get to enter your initials into the machine as the top scorer. Then you pull out your camera-phone, snap a quick pic, and post it on your blog to incite a jealous rage. All in a days work for the WIZ.