Dreamed of being in Seattle at the time of a crisis when people expected nuclear missiles to be sent everywhere; wanting to move to Canada; seeing a blackface jazz band in the street; writing this down on a street in Father's hometown of Campbellton, N.B.
Went to a Games Meetup at the Yellow Griffin. I played Smallworld, Apples to Apples and Puerto Rico. (My Smallworld races were stout ratmen, berserk skeletons and dragonmaster humans.)
John and Kathrine came over for dinner, which was vegan spinach lasagna. (Then I sneaked out for KFC.)
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