Summer Hiroshima Moon
Fortuna smiled on me tonight, but not in an excessive way. I had some hands, some good cards. Made some points. Enough to come in second this time as opposed to dead last last time.
We had a guest for sheepshead, Dave, Ed’s sort of brother-in-law. That is, he was formerly married to Ed’s wife’s sister. Dave worked in Germany for the NSA. First puzzle palace sort I’ve ever met. Majored in German, minored in Russian in college. That’s all he would say about his work. Classified. A very bright guy. Looked more like a rotund aging hippy than a former spy.