You have shuffled through Logan Airport many times— tired, stressed, or furious— but you have never once noticed this corner by the escalators. The little row of arcade games feels so whimsical here, near the sliding doors of Logan’s drafty ground floor.
As a child of the Eighties, you’ve been startled to learn that full-sized arcade games are still available for purchase, and you have friends who have actually installed them in their homes. Your experience with these oven-sized machines was limited to a finicky Star Wars simulator in your hometown’s pizzeria, but the sight of them make you smile. Even in Logan Airport.
You would stop and try one, but you have no time, nor a single coin in your pocket. Next time, you’ll think, again and again, every time you pass it.
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