Monopoly

As kids summering in a tiny fishing village in Maine, we needed ways to wile the stunningly boring evenings away.  Monopoly was one.

It is tough for me to admit this, but I am a sore loser, and unfortunately, lose a lot I did.  Big brother Buzz had, and has, some otherworldly insight into money matters and crushed me repeatedly.

The poor Monopoly board would soar into the air each evening as I graciously accepted defeat.

My little sister also maintains that she learned many a new profanity.