When I was a kid in the 40s the Duncan yo-yo man used to show up on the school playground every spring - not the same guy but doing the same tricks - and yo-yos instantly became the school-wide toy of choice. Had to run out and get a new one or at least buy a package of new strings for the old one. Yo-yoers are as fussy about their strings as violinists - or cellists, as the case may be.
And when we all got old enough to go to a school with an auditorium, there'd be an assembly every spring featuring the Duncan yo-yo guy - or in good years, two or three of them.
I haven't played with a yo-yo in a whole lot of years but it's a lot like riding a bicycle, I bet, something you never entirely forget. Maybe I'll pick one up one of these days and see if I can still do “Around the World” (better stand back for that one) or “Walk the Dog.”
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