We are into the season of family holidays and get-togethers and today celebrates the life stories we share. Good, bad, funny, sad-- these shared histories are what make us what we are.
One thing I've noticed is that no two of us (I'm one of four girls) remember the story the same way. How does this happen? We were both there, and have completely different memories of the event. Hmmm.
And this certainly applies to bridge. Who goofed on that hand? It certainly wasn't US, was it!
And so off we go to our quiz today. Let's see if we end up the hero or bum of these stories....