In that moment, the limbic brain took over. My actual selection, of course, was as emblematic of this time as GameStop itself: a shrinkwrapped copy of Cyberpunk 2077, for my XBox One, list price of $59.99. I was that boy, comparing the size of a Charleston Chew with the Chunky Bar and wondering why Chunky even bothered. I selected my offering to the altar of Benjamin Graham with great delicacy - like a boy in the checkout line at the Stop and Shop who has been told he can have ANY candy bar, but only ONE. But history is still being written, friends, and when I tell the story of this day, this gleaming moment in our history, to my own son - I would tell the tale of a participant - a tale of agency. It could fairly be said that I was but one more laggard clinging to the coattails of history, and me without that Sega Dreamcast I had been meaning to trade in. Certainly, I was well aware that my place in history was not assured. I would not fail.Ĭonfidently, I strode in, past the Funko Iron Man dolls and the full-size Master Chief helmet until I reached the golden apples - the XBox game section.
Stronghold 3 gamestop windows#
I stared at its plate glass windows for a good five minutes, snow accumulating on my forehead, my reassuringly snug N95 mask seated squarely over my mouth AND nose, and screwed my courage to the sticking place.
For the first time in years, I had desire, but no *plan*. I looked up briefly to wipe some of the falling snow from my eyelashes, and there it was, as imposing as the Colossus of Rhodes must have seemed to Chares of Lindos: GameStop #6306, on 40 Winter Street in Downtown Crossing.įor a moment, I almost panicked! I had walked by this holy shrine - this Angkor Wat of the day trader - perhaps, too soon.
Last night I went for a post-prandial stroll and almost walked right by it. What you may not have known is that you were also within a few steps of a veritable stronghold of capitalism, the sword-bearer of a new generation of wealth creation, the seed of a million entrepreneurial dreams. If you’ve e ver gotten off of Boston’s subway, the T, at Boston Common, you were within sight of the tiny house in the sky I call home. I live just a couple of blocks from the historic Park Street Church, in Downtown Boston.