64 years ago, my sister Millie taught me and our mother how to play Mah Jongg, when I was just 10 years old. I play with her often now, in various groups. Millie has taught many, many people over the years, and most are still playing today because of her, passing it on to their family and friends.
Recently my sister and I were at a tournament in Atlantic City for the weekend. I went over to her table to see how she was doing and she told me she was having a hard time seeing the card. I said, “Really? I’m having trouble too!” It took a little while before we caught on that we had mistakenly picked up each other’s glasses at the last game. After we traded glasses, we started playing much, much better.
This reminds me of the time we mistakenly picked up each other’s keys when we walked into a store together. When we came out, my remote starter wasn’t working and neither was hers. We both thought our batteries had died at the same time and went into Radio Shack to get new batteries. When our cars were STILL not starting, we finally figured things out.
My daughter Lorraine thinks my sister and I should have our own sitcom. But we’d much rather spend our time playing Mah Jongg!