The Arcade Time Machine

All Good Ideas start with a Bad Joke

Two brothers walk into a bar… one gets a beer, the other a concussion. Simple? Maybe. Stupid? Absolutely. But that’s us, two traveling brothers, one place and two completely different experiences.

My not-so-little brother Aaron and I are going to try something a little different. He’s written half this article and I’ve written the other half. Tell us what you think, especially about how Aaron was wrong.

Sparky’s Arcade Time Machine

Our senses can take us on journeys we hardly expect, let alone explain. For example, when I smell cut grass, which I do often as both a golfer and a gardener, I am instantly and consistently transported back to the Big Island of Hawai’i.

It’s ridiculous but on a spring day in 1987, while I was vacationing on the Big Island with my family, 9-year-old me smelled fresh cut grass. It wasn’t the first time and it damn sure wasn’t the last time but for whatever reason, that smell in that place at that time made a lasting impression on me.

I know I’m not the only one.

A Time Machine. With all the bells and whistles.

Fast forward a few decades and I find myself, along with my dipshit co-writer and a family friend whom I’m convinced is only 99.5% human (his thumbs are…