Out of Omaha we turned to Ottumwa and Twin Galaxies. The village of Ottumwa a tiny place where once quarters reigned supreme. This was the hometown of the arcade in it's powered down glory. But for a day or two it flicked with life and the siren's song of attract mode was again heard.
Lone collectors and garage game owners converging here to remake the arcades of old. Everyone with a machine from four states over was came. Trailers and trucks packed up with games crept the back roads that ran to Ottumwa. All hoping to add their notes to the cacophony that was only conjured in the arcade. Separate they were games with songs and sounds; together they sung discord. Muffled and tame to closed doors; opened on the fullness of sound. Then joy, a smile; a best friend too long forgot! Ozone and too much electricity running in the air.
Lone collectors and garage game owners converging here to remake the arcades of old. Everyone with a machine from four states over was came. Trailers and trucks packed up with games crept the back roads that ran to Ottumwa. All hoping to add their notes to the cacophony that was only conjured in the arcade. Separate they were games with songs and sounds; together they sung discord. Muffled and tame to closed doors; opened on the fullness of sound. Then joy, a smile; a best friend too long forgot! Ozone and too much electricity running in the air.
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