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During cold winter days, my Dad and I would sit as you're watching Commodore 64, I'd load the overall game through to the 5" floppy disk, and wait while the disk drive churned and spurted, and ultimately loaded the action. I can still remember the silly pixilated animations that might happen when you'd get close to a suspect. My Dad was the geography expert, and I'd steer my detective around to attempt to find the feared crime boss. The game made learning geography.