Every sketch has a story. This one is one of my favorite. I was sitting in the ski hut at a miniature resort in,Ogden, drawing, while my companions played cards. I was too sick to enjoy myself. Recovering from a second bout of vertigo, I slept the entire weekend until now. As C and M played, an older man, who had markedly not lost his sense of adventure, came barreling through the entryway by which we sat. Seeing us, he turned his shoulders square to us, slapped the table top with a full hand, and pronounced, loud enough for the entire room to hear, "That is exactly how I learned to play rummy! Sitting here, at this booth, 32 years ago, with my ex-wife." A broad smile spread across his weathered face, and with that, he turned away and strode on.
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