Months to weeks to days to hours, Christmas Eve, 1991: the year of the SNES, the day spent in anticipation, the hours trickling by, until, finally: evening. Shrimp and cocktail sauce and waiting and waiting and more waiting – eyeballing the big box under the Frasier Fir, circling. There may have been a cheeseball.
And then, “I think it’s time to – ”
For some reason or another, I avoided THE BOX and went for a smaller one – perhaps the mystery of this smaller box was more appealing than the...
Published on September 06, 2019 06:02