Bridge

Even a crappy day of bridge hands is better than a day without playing! I so understand the addiction my mother had to the game.

At one point my mom was in three bridge clubs. Once I learned from a friend, “Parbara,” I was able to substitute in one of Mom’s clubs back in the village. I know they loved me – the “young one” being there – and I enjoyed their traditions. They met at the local bar and ordered their meals, played four hands, ate, and then finished. No one had to host, and they all had leftovers for their evening dining! The hostess paid for everyone’s beverage.

Whether you are defense or offense, it’s just a great game. I only wish I had been able to play with my mom more.