Recent Musings. . .
Calling a Spade a Spade
January 9th, 2010
When I was 5 years old, I was snatched by Mr. Peanut on the Atlantic City Boardwalk. He took me into a photo booth and mumbled something through his shell at me. Now everything to do with gambling creeps me out. This story amuses my friends no end, and I often get Mr. Peanut-themed gifts which I have to throw away. But I digress. In the wreckage of gambling there is the noble deck of cards. A little royal family, flattened in perpetuity looking sideways at each other with suspicion, feels natural to me. Even so, they have a grace.
