Sometimes my father-in-law Joe, would come by the arcade to "check on me" and he'd always play a few games while he was there, just to make sure they were working okay.

He would also, always scope out the place, to make sure it was clean and ready for customers. He would remind me every single time he came, that if I needed help, he would come help me day or night.

He helped us move in to the new place, and out of the old place.
The last time he came by, we loaded up some furniture for a customer, and we sat for a few minutes talking about his post-retirement new career.... working at the arcade. We talked about how he could clean up, setup for the birthday parties, talk to the customers, and keep the knuckleheads in line.


Oh how I wish, I could take him up on that offer.

He loved the arcade.