What is it about college that drives young men to pinball?
It’s bright and noisy and tactile, and it offers something else to master when you’re learning so many other things. Most of all, of course, it’s cheap—or it was. What else were you going to do with those quarters but something dreary like the laundry?
Pinball played a brief role in my life, but while it lasted it was mainly devoted to a Gottlieb game called Royal Flush. I remembered it, at first, as Joker’s Wild, but a quick check against the Internet Pinball Database (who knew?) corrected me.