Turning Another Page
Even as a young child, after the fairy tale stage, I couldn’t sit still long enough to relax and read a good book. I was always a “shaker and a doer” (akin to ants in one’s pants). I was never an ’avid reader” even back in college. Just plowed through the subject textbook before a final and survived on what was once a good memory. In fact, the last book I read thoroughly (I am ashamed to confess) was “God’s Little Acre” (the Erskine Caldwell hit from the forties). I even recall its hiding place. Coming home from high school in the late forties, with my mind in the clouds, I walked into a slowly moving trolley car, broke my knee, ended up in the hospital with a plaster cast up to my thigh. However, it served its purpose… a place to hide the book from my mother.
As I grew up and was dazzled by the attractive bridge world, my interests traveled to higher plains. I was so enchanted, I became engulfed in the many challenges it presented and eventually met and married the late Norman Kay, whom many of you old timers will remember. With him, I roamed the world to a host of international championships, got to see many distant locales I otherwise never would have visited .. and the most enjoyable part of the trips both abroad and on U. S. soil was meeting so many delightful bridge personalities — famous players and other mere bridge mortals like myself. I loved the game but never took it seriously and one of my failings was lack of bridge education (because among other things), I never, bothered reading educational renditions as they reached the public. Suddenly, in 2007 (then remarried to Bobby), we were recommended to Ray and Linda Lee, famous for Master Point Press. The draft of what I later named “The Lone Wolff” was discovered high upon a dusty shelf In his Dallas apartment. Bobby had stopped at Chapter 18 and called it quits. On my way back to Philly I read it on the flight, called Bobby from the airport when I arrived home and yelled “No way! We are gonna finish it together!” It took a few years but with Ray’s sensational guidance, it hit the shelves in 2008 and was a tremendous hit. It was then I realized what opportunities of enjoyment I had missed with my stubborn attitude toward reading.
Another unique and charming gentleman with whom I crossed paths several decades ago was the famous syndicated writer, Frank Stewart, who took over Freddy Sheinwold’s byline newspaper column upon his death. Mind you… he just finished his twenty-fourth book (this one self-published) although two were through MPP .. “Becoming a Bridge Expert” (2001) and “Frank Stewart’s Bridge Club” (2004). It is called “Keys to Winning Bridge” and just hit the press. Because Bobby was honored to write the Foreword, we received an early copy. I confiscated it on arrival and he has not actually had a chance to read the final release yet as I am still so captivated by Frank’s presentation and determined to read more. It is a book for all seasons. If you want more information, contact me here.
As you can now see, I have been cultivated into a ‘reader’… but bridge only. Oh, what I missed. It is never too late!