by Jake Jacobs
10 December 2010
Working on a separate project found me strolling down that well-trodden street Memory Lane. Much like the street where I live, Kingsmead Road, there is more down the culs-de-sac than along the road proper. I was thinking of a fellow named Hal Mauser, aka "The Mouse," and remembering the first thing I ever learned about backgammon – I am quite sure it was the first thing because it came up several years before I learned how to play. It involved a prop, and I got to thinking about propositions in general and that one in particular. That train of thought then haunted my dreams, literally. Instead of dreaming about something sensible, say stumbling into the Sultan of Brunei's harem on a day when he is out of town (I love my wife, but I am sure that when she dreams that wan, dopey looking kid from the Twilight series guest stars, so tit for tat), I would up doing math problems into my pillow.
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