Where Arcade Games Go When They Die
My friend Andy explores the incredible FunSpot. I grew up nearby; Funspot was a Mecca to my 12-year-old self, a kind of gaming Parthenon just a few towns away. Parents had to be whined, bribed, or bullied into taking the inevitable small tribe of boys there.
I haven’t been back to it in years, and was afraid it would lose its charm. It hasn’t. At least in Andy’s review.
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POSTED Tuesday June 3rd