Oh yeah, seldom are the parking lots not full at the popular parlors. They have cleaned many of them up a lot since you were here, more classy exteriors are common and they call them "gaming centers" or something else obtuse. Filtered air now (you could die from the tobacco smoke before), and things like women's hours where they get some kind of discount apparently. You don't so much see the seedy characters hanging around. Still the crazy deafening madness of the steel balls going around and around, but the machines are automatic digitalized now with little screens, you don't have to keep flipping a lever. The crane guy goes when he is out of work. He sometimes tells me when he wins five or six bills, but I think he often ends up giving it back, which he doesn't mention. They really hook you with their machine adjustments, regulated by law, but still.... Most of those businesses are owned by North Koreans, by the way, or the offspring of former ones that relocated here, mostly forced to during one of the Jap occupations, brought over as cheap labor. They got into those businesses when they were poor and discriminated against, and made a fortune. One operation I know of with a number of parlors, has it's gross around a million bucks a day. The bigshot lives in town. He had his whole block's street paved in red for some reason. They have a gravel and disposal operation going too, multi businesses, we get them to incinerate our brush for a fee. Some neat machines, too. You could park a railroad locomotive in their chipper infeed