Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Brigantine Island, off Atlantic City, was where I spent the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college. My best friend and I stayed with her grandmother. We both got jobs working at Brigantine Castle, doing our best to lure tourists in to plunk their cash playing carnival games.
"Come on and play the Monkey Water Race. A winner every time."
There was the haunted Castle itself, of course, where actors and actresses tried to scare the crap out of people. I worked there the entire summer and I never once ventured into the castle itself.
I preferred to spend my money drinking every night and dropping quarters into Galaxian.
Fast forward so many years. Youngest finally spent some of his birthday Wii points on Galaga. When he plays it, he dances around, trying to shoot those dang creatures. He's a sight to see, that boy.
My days of drinking in bars each night, scamming tourists into plunking down money on games they could never win, sharing thoughts of working for the mob with other employees, and playing Galaxian are forever gone.
But there's this boy who can carry me back there.
[Photo courtesy Retroarcade.com]
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