My dear friend Dave passed away two years ago today. I cannot even recall, but I was likely 12, and had no idea that a pre-pubescent kid and a mid-20’s quadraplegic could form such a bond.
Pictured below is us playing backgammon. If you look closely you will see two of my tiles on the point, meaning I was at a disadvantage and Dave was savoring the poolside setting, the warmth of a Virginia in July and most importantly the situation my brash and aggressive style had put me in.
Well, I played tonight, and like in days past rolled with my left hand for Dave and tried to emulate his more conservative style of play. This time it ended in my favor, but I would take a lifetime of losses just to have one last game with him.
The left hand roll.. Nice. I remember Dave would get new dice every now and then to make sure they were fair and balanced. Damned untimely double sixes. Let's play a game one day.
ReplyDelete@Phil, good idea. When work brings me to San Francisco I expect a bike tour and at least one game thrown in my favor.
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