...As free as the wind
Hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
 
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As a member of the educated and disproportionately privileged professional class, as well as being the product of immigrant upbringing, it is with some embarrassment that I admit to stereotyping those in poverty as not hard working enough, lacking self-control, or results and participants of substance abuse.  Nickel and Dimed, by Barbara Ehrenreich, has given me cause for pause.
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Bridge is one of those games which is similar to many of the card cames you might have played in some form or fashion - hearts, “chasing the pig” (I think that’s a taiwanese game), but like many games, it’s a minute to learn, a lifetime to master. I don’t think I ever really figured it out…but got pretty good at faking my way through.

Since bridge club happened every week and had the added incentive of a free, oftentimes homemade meal preceding the games, I started to hang with some of these guys on a regular basis. Here’s the core group.



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