Musings of an Errant Cavalier

I remember long drives in the car moving back and forth between Colorodo and New Mexico with two exhausted Gen-Xers in the front seat, who were either running from family drama or toward moderately better work prospects in the hope to better support their two young kids in the backseat. During these long drives I found comfort in the backlit LCD screen of the odd folding block of a Gameboy SP I "bought" for myself with a combination of cash procured through birthday cards and hard work cleaning base boards and wiping counters to 80s music blasting out of our CRT television tuned to one of the many radio TV channels of the era. Of the limited number of cartridges my parents were able to afford for me to jam into it, I find that one four game compilation (a wise strategic purchase by my parents of limited income) had a profound impact on my later appreciation of an era of gaming I had no temporal tie to. As well as, planting an unescapable preclusion for me to loca...