The chronicle of a life split between urban Manhattan and rural Montana.
Thursday, August 2, 2018
Once upon a time everybody's mother
played bridge once a week. Thus any
day one might return from school to
discover a brood of chicks in hats and
gloves devouring bridge mix beneath
a black cloud of cigarette smoke. Not
to be left out - males gathered at night
weekly to play poker, complain about...