John Carlson: Kids Games Not The Same
By: John Carlson— When I was a kid, I spent a fair number of rainy day hours playing jacks and pick-up sticks. Remember them? My Mom’s old pick-up sticks were stored in a cylindrical cardboard container at my grandfolks’ house, the skinny sticks being about a foot long and pointed on each end. You’d dump the sticks on the floor, then try to pick them up from the pile, one at a time, without accidentally moving any of the others….
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