If you're "of an age," shall we say, there's no doubt you at least remember Pac-Man, even if you didn't spend hours playing it… like I did.
I remember back in 1981, when I was 16 years old. Pac-Man showed up in the arcade down the street, and that was "it" for me. I was hooked.
I was okay at the game; I'd get two or three screens in before I was reaching for yet another quarter to feed the machine.
But there was always this one guy that came in and just crushed the game, going screen after screen after screen and notching insanely, untouchably high scores.
I wanted to be "that guy." I had to master and beat what I thought was the coolest game in the world.
I was going to need a lot more quarters – and it would be a few years before I started making money in the markets.