Welcome to my head!I grew up in the era of pinball machines. I didn’t play them often - they usually weren't located where I hung out, but when I did, I loved to release the shooter, hoping the shiny, silver ball would sound all sorts of bells and whistles, scoring more and more points. I’d activate the flippers to extend the game and add some good old fashioned body English that my older brother taught me, but eventually, the ball would roll to the inner recesses of the machine, and that round Continue Reading