>In the mid 1990’s my friend John Galvin and I made frequent pilgrimages to one another’s city–me to visit him in Boston; he to New York to visit me–to partake in 72-hour–and sometimes longer–gaming marathons. This is how the visits would go: early on a Friday morning, I would board the Fung-Wah Transport, known informally as the Chinatown shuttle–by far the most frugal way to travel between Boston and New York (tickets were usually in the $10 range), and settle in with the incongruous crowd of horny college students and aged Chinese people, who for some reason always seemed to…