Virtual quarters, real blisters. In Part 1 of this series , I touched on the factors that led me to make a life-changing decision — to rebuild a 1980s-era arcade machine in my basement.
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The Perfect Arcade, Part 2: From Sawdust to Space Invaders
Building 1986 in the basement. It all started so simply. It all started because of a woman. “Yeah right,” I say, incredulous. My voice carries no real cynicism, though. The woman has me wrapped around her finger. I’m clearly gone.
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The Perfect Arcade, Part 1: Walking the Retro Road