diamonds are trump, spades are called

Just got back from a lovely long weekend. Helen and Richard have a vacation home, six blocks from the beach in a small town called Goolwa. Their son Matt and his wife Emma came down on Sunday and stayed over night. Last night we played a couple of hours of cards and I realised just how out of practice I am. All those long hours in high school spent playing cards and, except for Euchre, I can’t remember the rules of any of the games well enough to teach someone else how to play. Maybe when I get back to Canada, I will host an evening of card playing and, between the lot of us, we can figure out how play again.