Puzzles

When my son was eight years old, he started a small newspaper called, Saturday News. Each issue carried two or three items about the Curran family and Greensboro, North Carolina, where we lived at the time. Chris sent copies to grandparents, aunts and uncles to keep them informed and solicit interesting stories. He even printed letters from readers such as the kind words from his Florida grandmother encouraging him to keep up the good work. The newsletters improved each week and by the time Chris was nine, with the aid of our new computer, he was producing professional-looking papers. That was twenty years ago.

I ran across these newsletters as we were cleaning out our attic and chuckled as I read them. One article in particular caught my attention.

SOLITAIRE

Mom was just a normal lady until she found Solitaire on our new computer. Now it is almost impossible to get her away from the computer.

Newsworthy, don’t you think?

I confess that I enjoy puzzles and solitary games that require thought. Several years ago when our now-daughter-in-law lived with us for a summer, she got me hooked on crossword puzzles. At least, I’ve always blamed my obsession with crosswords on her.

Maybe she’s not to blame at all.