I am the only person I know who has achieved a trifecta in beer games. I had a perfect hand in cribbage, shot a hole in one in golf and threw a ton-eighty in darts. I know people who have achieved one or another of these. I even know people who have shot more than one 180 on the same darts night. But no one who has done all three. And each of them I’ve only ever done once. A perfect hand in cribbage comes when you have been dealt three fives, the jack of the off-suit and two other cards. You discard the twoRead More →

Woke up this morning in Guelph Ontario. Will be setting my head on a pillow this evening in Watrous Saskatchewan. The plane left Toronto at 10:15 this morning. After a 3-hour flight, it landed in Regina at 11:30. Time zones are wonderful. All went smoothly for me in Toronto, but not so much for the guy ahead of me in the security scrutiny line. He had one smallish carry-on bag. I don’t know how much he checked in. It doesn’t really matter. The security guy pulled his bag as it came out of the x-ray booth. “I have some fishing tackle in there,” he said.Read More →