When Dirty Jon first asked me write a guest article, I’ll admit to some trepidation. I love to play board games, I just don’t know how much of an expert I am on them. He offered me these sage words of advice, “Shut up and write.” So, here we are.
One breezy afternoon in the early fall of 1977, I hopped on my bike – barefoot and helmetless, because I was a newly minted freshman in high school and invincible – and rode the one and half miles of residential roads to a little strip mall that bordered the nearest highway. When I write that now, it sounds incredibly dangerous, but it was the 70’s, so I was okay.
