when i was young, the one person that i could always count on to play a board game with
me was my dad. on a weekend evening, or in the summer time, maybe with some fresh
hot popcorn made in the big aluminum sauce pan, and topped with some real melted butter
and salt. we would take off our shoes and sit down on the carpeted floor in the living room
and set up the game on the round wooden coffee table. those were some good old times.
i never did thank him for that…
the “one word” is games, at the blog of peter pollock