If you’ve read more than a few of my posts, you’ve probably noticed that I tend to be a bit nostalgic when it comes to the playthings of my youth. Usually, when I acquire something from that time of my life, I feel validated that I have pretty good taste. But occasionally, like an old girlfriend, the memory of something turns out to be a whole lot better than the reality. Case in point is my recent acquisition of a “vintage” Atari 5200 video game system.
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