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Staying hardcore in the land of the stripmall

Some of us enter this world prematurely. After peaking on parent-approved science fiction, you find yourself with a pocketful of quarters pedaling your PK Ripper toward the inviting glow of a neon ARCADE sign.
The way we were
By MAX G. MORTON  |  December 02, 2011

Where raccoons dare

Dark eyes in the darkness; quick, narrow hands working at an entrance; then the coarse slither of a heavy body through the freshly made hole.
Our correspondent takes a walk on the Wildlife-Removal side.
By JAMES PARKER  |  April 09, 2008