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Boy, Fortuna decided to take a walk. \u00a0I’ll have to find what her devotees left at her altars and get some of it to her. \u00a0My cards have been lousy for two times in a row. \u00a0I don’t get any sympathy of course and expect none. \u00a0I would like to have a decent hand now and again to remind me of the old days.<\/p>\n
On the other hand the table conversation among this group of men, among whom I am the youngster, grows deeper and richer each time we meet. \u00a0The cards are the point and beside the point at the same time.<\/p>\n
Dinner with friend Bill Schmidt at Pad Thai on Grand Avenue in St. Paul. \u00a0Good conversation about writing and an excellent peanut salad.<\/p>\n
Sheepshead has become a ritual in all senses of the term and I’m glad for it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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