The End of an Era: My Local Poker Game
They say time changes everything. Sadly, I lost a friend this past week. Her name was Nell Simmers. She was 81. For many years, she lived in a small house behind mine – just across the alleyway. Nell was the kind of grand lady whose personality instantly made whoever she was with feel at ease, and she’d talk to you as if she had known you her entire life, even if she just met you. A true local gem. As…