The combination of building and then playing the old machines from my childhood with my son has been a great way to connect with him. Seeing the components in the box slowly turn into a fully working arcade machine really caught his attention.
I’m dating myself here, but I can remember when arcades were, you know, an actual thing. They were these loud, dingy, dimly-lit gathering places that smelled of junk food and stale cigarettes, technology and teen angst. Most importantly, arcades were where you went to see all the newest and greatest video games, everything from now-ancient classics like Paperboy and Q*bert to more contemporary hits like Killer Instinct and The House of the Dead.