One Summer when we were little.

We went 13-0 with a first-year female baseball coach.

The under dogs that adults mocked and scoffed at when we arrived to play against their sons and pronounced chinned coaches.

We rode our bicycles like motocross dirt bikes to early morning practices.

One foot placed upon a spiked pedal and the other wedged over the top back tire and frame to break, skid or jump off anything with a slope.

Mowing lawns, playing sports, Nintendo and going to the swimming pool all day was an excellent time to be a kid.

The Sun was still Yellow, and the sky was absent of chemtrails while MTV still played music videos.

One of my best friends Mom would make us ham and cheese sandwiches and root beer floats while we pushed buttons on rectangular controllers.

Today is his Birthday and a perfect time to share

these memories that helped inspire me to build the arcade

with games with we use to play together.

Thanks Ronnie