Starting around age 3, I would go to the bowling alley every weekend with my dad. After a game or two I’d get bored, so I’d go explore the rest of the alley. The pinball machines were my favorite—I wouldn’t use my candy bar quarter on them, but I’d check for extra credits or unplayed balls every week, and once in a while would get lucky. There was a constant stream of different machines coming and going, so I don’t remember most of them, but I do remember Spirit of 76.