I try to take a break with backgammon as often as I can, with or without a view.
I find myself in Pensacola this week, on Florida’s Gulf Coast, with my brother.
My brother, who’s over a decade older than I am, spent his formative college years in the 1970s playing the hottest, trendiest game around at the time: backgammon. He was pretty good at it; good enough he would “earn” tuition and beer money playing lesser-skilled fish in the bars of the era.
When both he and I were slightly older, in the 1980s, my parents would pack me off to stay with him for a few weeks during the summer months. He was teaching college courses and had a lighter schedule that would accommodate our having all sorts of adventures, mainly of the sailing sort.…
Fajitas? Check. Margarita? Check. Tequila? Check-check.
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