Twenty-five years after its release, I still think about the Dreamcast every day.
When I am down in my basement game room organizing my collection for the hundredth time this year (my wife says I have OCD; she...
When I am down in my basement game room organizing my collection for the hundredth time this year (my wife says I have OCD; she may be right), there is one console that always stops me dead in my tracks. That white, curvy beauty on the shelf — my Dreamcast — still catches my eye...
