When I met William Pink he was wearing a grey hoodie and a crushed hat that was lined with small pins. He held a stick with a string attached to the far end, and the string held a row of wooden rings.
“This is an acorn ring game,” he said. “These are the acorn caps from the interior white oak. And the idea of the game is to catch the rings.”
He tossed the row upward and a ring came down, impaled on his stick…