I have fond memories of spending many summer weekends with my cousins in the far northern wilds of New Jersey. And when autumn and winter rolled around, it was our turn to host them. One particular year in the 1980s, we went to visit them just before Thanksgiving. My cousin couldn't stop raving about the new Journey game he got for his Atari. Excited to play it, we sat down, but before I could turn on the game, he stopped me in my tracks. He ran over to his stereo, cranked up Journey's music full blast, and gave me a knowing look as if to say, "That's the way you do it." With the music now blaring, I turned on the Atari and began to play.