Cribbage and family drama...

From the Arizona Republic:

"Instead, later that evening as my cousins played and laughed around me, my father sat at the small kitchen table, smoking his Tiparillo while he played cribbage with my uncle. As I walked by, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. He needled me to speak, but I denied him the victory.

Never once did I tell him I was sorry for being a jackass. Almost nine years ago, I lost that chance."

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