The game stratego vintage3/13/2024 With all these fond memories swarming around along with an opportunity to see if my dad could school me with his wits, well, we had no idea we were both in for a shocking defeat… to both of us. Admit defeat, walk off in denial, or rise as an annoying braggart. A game that through its deceptive simplicity can ruin someone’s evening as it is a blatant one on one battle for supremacy. A game that brought together my brother, father, and I and a game that, despite its deceptive simplicity, also divided us through from both victory and defeat. Divided as we were by 50+ miles, my weekend was sweet until dad and I decided to pull out a board game we had purchased in replacement for the original I have held on to that is missing a few pieces:Ī classic. It’s Georgia and we don’t have real snow (trust me, I know from Iowan and other northern life), but for our family it is a great time to just spend time in docile, fire hearth comfort. Albeit, they were able venture out in a safe manner to find some snow for the boys and friends to burn energy. I was a spoiled little kid again, but unfortunately for my wife and boys, they awoke to a disappointing accumulation of wet false hopes. Surrounded by a gorgeous unique color of light (with ice beneath it), I had a grand time being trapped inside with my mom and dad: knocking out work on Friday, inching through many drafts I have here to update, chatting up life with the parentals, and – being almost sans computers – I got the feedback I needed from my genius dad on many projects I have in the works. We had “snow” across northern Georgia this weekend as one of my previous posts indicated.
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