It is, of course, the ambition of all right thinking folks to be good at bridge and golf. If you master those, your mental and physical claims to achievement are beyond reproach.
However, these activities can be a bit haunting and not for those without the mettle to survive.
I can remember my grandmother who needed one or more stiff drinks after a round of bridge. She handed me a glass once for a refill, "I could barely taste that one," she said.
I have a recurring bridge dream that dates back to my early days. It has shown up occasionally across the decades. I'm not sure of the last time I had it. It remains vivid however.
The dream goes like this...
I'm playing three no trump and I have to establish a suit by knocking out the ace. My holding in the suit is solid as I have the king, queen, etc., all the way down. The nightmare portion is that the opponents will never play the ace! So I'm leading the suit and like the guy on the subway in Boston, it goes on forever.
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