Tuesday evening I played bridge. The game was held at my cousin Dave's. Dave had invited me Monday evening. "Tuesday at 6:30 p.m.", he said. "Sounds fun," I said, silently recounting our previous game. Dave and I partnered against Larry, the Mandolin Player, and Dave's son, Tommy. Tommy is politically liberal, his Dad more conservative. In my family both my sons, like me, lead with their lefts. But, this is a post about the bridge game. At a quarter of seven on the night of the game, my telephone rang. "Hello", I said. "You're AWOL," he said. "Oh shit, I spaced it" I said, "I'm on my way." I arrived fifteen minutes later having practiced my apology on the way over. Apologies out of the way, they didn't make it easy, the game definitely an amateur affair began. The game is a good natured cacaphony of insults, taunts, and oh shits, all great fun. "Fuck you Dave, don't you ever stop bidding," I said, "at least we weren't vulnerable." Down One, Three, Five hundred, damn! Dave had suggested we each bring our favorite CD to listen to while we played. I had considered Keith Jarret's Koln Concert. or Bach's Golberg Variations performed on the Piano by Glenn Gould. Arriving late, having totally forgotten the engagement, no one expected me to remember a CD. I think it was a good thing, although those two CDs are definitely favorites of mine I don't think they would make very good background music. A little like Here Comes Santa Claus in July. Dave had been playing Stevie Nicks and Jim Morrison both artists I enjoy, but in limited doses. Dave was giving us an overdose. Tommy was threatening to make a trip to the basement and retrieve a copy of Dark Side of The Moon, by Pink Floyd great music; of course, but probably no better as background music than the choices I had contemplated. Larry had brought Stevie Vaughn and someone. I think that's right. Remember I had forgotten the date, a CD, it's quite possible my memory of Larry's CD is not even half right. Whatever it was it was perfect for the occasion, alas it ended and Dave trotted out the Nicks, and Morrison CDs and again we all broke on through to the other side. As I'm writing this I think I hear Dave saying, Fuck you Norm. Yea, well fuck you too Dave. We play again on Sunday. I'll bring a CD to play. Oh yes, Tommy and Larry defeated us by a mere 50 points redeeming themselves after losing by a couple of thousand points in our previous encounter. Dave and Tommy both have my email address. They promise a reminder for the Sunday Game, now what time was it they said?