I asked for most of my free plays to be placed into that machine. The third machine, however, was so popular that it never left the building. So pinball stayed, and one game went on rotation usually between popular games like Space Invaders, Galaga, Pac-Man, and Centipede. Dad’s bar was only large enough for about 3 games including pinball. While the coin doors were open, he’d cycle a single quarter through about 50 times for me – free play! So there I was, barely up to my dad’s waist in height and armed with free arcade credits. He’d wrap up the quarters that all of these machines took, and give them to my dad to take to the bank. Once a week, a gentleman would come to unlock the arcades and jukebox. Dad would make greasy burgers with onions and American cheese on rye bread. My memories are of the place where I’d hang out among maybe 2 patrons, 3 at most. My memories are not of bar fights, a bathroom decorated in urine and vomit, or loud drunks. My dad simple woke up, walked down the steps from the apartment to the gravel lot, and took a few more steps to work.Ī bar is no place for a young boy to grow up, but during the day it was more of a lunch crowd than a rowdy drinking crowd. We lived there for a brief spell until we found a decent apartment. Next to the bar was a beaten down single-car garage. The parking lot did not have any marked spaces, it was just an empty gravel lot. None of those places were visible from the main road, except dad’s bar. The only things on that street other than the dense forests were houses WAY up some dark, dreary side street, a golf course, and a home that resided at the top of a very tall hill that stood behind the bar.
The bar built into a double-wide trailer that was fixed on a property in the middle of the woods. His place was the run-of-the-mill hole-in-the-wall. Today, there are chains and upscale pubs. The Golden Age of the Video Game Arcade.it’s culture, and of course not forgetting it’s magnificent food! It’s been a long time, some things have been forgotten, but hopefully you’ll enjoy what’s left. In 2015, I finally decided to put down in writing all the experiences encountered on my journey, not least my admiration for India, it’s people. A trip that affected my outlook on life, views on my country and my attitude towards others of all backgrounds. Goa: A Lesson in Life Back in August 2006 I visited Goa, India.
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