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Dear reader, this story happened before smart phones and shuffling machines. Enjoy! I take notes at the poker table. Some people consider it rude I guess. You tell me. I’m sitting there playing poker, with a pen in one pocket and a piece of paper in the other, and a thought on my mindRead more
It was a gray day in San Francisco. Kay was behind the wheel on our journey home, to Oakland, across the Bay Bridge – not an easy place to get to from the Richmond District – especially at 5pm on a weekday. This was going to take a while. “Are you planning to takeRead more