Well done John Devore. I pine for the days of my Gramps chomping at his stogie in his smokey card room, while bellowing at me between gulps of scotch about how I had cheated him yet again at Crib! Then about 10 years old, I’d shrug (laughing inside) and quickly deal our 34th, or was it our 44th game of the day? That old gambler, rake, profiteer, and Grandfather never, ever let me win one without a fight …. I miss him.