netropolis
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Recently my cousin came 1/2 way across the country to visit. Of course one of his stops was my arcade.
He and I used to visit our local arcade together and while playing games in my basement he jogged an old arcade memory.
My local small-town arcade consisted of about 30 arcades and about 6 pins. Five of which were old EM's. "The Pool Hall" was filled with eye level purple cigarette smoke (eye level for us 12 year olds) and most of the scary people in town hung out there to play pool, smoke and likely sell drugs.
There was no change machine at this place and no tokens - it was all quarters. My cousin reminded me of how we would take our Five Dollar Bills to the counter slap them down. Without a word, the clerk would open the till, grab a hand full of quarters and slide a pile across the counter at me and a pile at him. The remaining 3 or 4 back in the drawer. We would of course count and it was always Five dollars in quarters.
Magic! Not the quarter trick. That memory is now so fresh in my mind.
Just thought I would share...
He and I used to visit our local arcade together and while playing games in my basement he jogged an old arcade memory.
My local small-town arcade consisted of about 30 arcades and about 6 pins. Five of which were old EM's. "The Pool Hall" was filled with eye level purple cigarette smoke (eye level for us 12 year olds) and most of the scary people in town hung out there to play pool, smoke and likely sell drugs.
There was no change machine at this place and no tokens - it was all quarters. My cousin reminded me of how we would take our Five Dollar Bills to the counter slap them down. Without a word, the clerk would open the till, grab a hand full of quarters and slide a pile across the counter at me and a pile at him. The remaining 3 or 4 back in the drawer. We would of course count and it was always Five dollars in quarters.
Magic! Not the quarter trick. That memory is now so fresh in my mind.
Just thought I would share...

