It was raining yesterday morning when my wife and I left the house for our round of Saturday errands. We decided to stop at a doughnut shop. After being served we took our sugary treats and coffee to a table where we settled into reading the newspaper. In the background were the sounds of the bustling enterprise, and the conversations of families with children.
Putting down a section of the paper I looked up to see a couple at the next table engaged in a game of dominoes. As I watched, their interactions took me back seventy or so years to domino games with my Grandpa Harris. He had a Double Nine set and always seemed ready to challenge me to a few matches whenever I visited.
At the time, we lived in the Clifton neighborhood of Cincinnati. Grandpa and Grandma Harris lived fifty miles east at Mowrystown. He…
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