Apologies for the late post today. I spent the day with my niece and nephews (all under five) playing—and working on this piano:
My family was and is a Nintendo Family. Kids today don’t appreciate the Console Wars, but in the late 80s/early 90s, you pretty much had to pick a side—Nintendo or Sega. You had to make the choice because, outside of some rare exceptions, your family couldn’t afford both. Even if you could, it wasn’t cost-effective: a Nintendo cartridge alone would run maybe $40 or $50 in 1990.
So we fell on the Nintendo side (our cool next door neighbors, from Wisconsin, were Team Nintendo, too). Our nerdier-but-still-cool-to-us neighbors across the street were a Sega family. Crossing Ridgemont Drive was like visiting another country that was sort of like your own, but different enough to be noticeable, and to stir up fond feelings for your own tribe—like visiting Canada.