Small Signs
How funny it was to drive by Old Mountain Field and see my Mahjong class advertised on the marquee! Truth be told, it was my daughter who spotted it first and texted me during the day. I made a point to drive by later just to see it for myself. Left to my own devices, I probably would have driven right past without noticing, so thank goodness for kids who pay attention. I've continued teaching throughout the summer, surprising myself that I'm actually willing to give up beach nights for Mahjong. But it's been worth it. Every session brings a new group of enthusiastic beginners, all eager to learn the latest trend and discover what all the fuss is about. By the end of the first week, everyone admits they're completely confused, but they can't wait to come back for more. By week two, they somehow leave even more confused, yet totally hooked. Then, somewhere during week three, everything starts to click. The tiles begin to make sense, strategies emerge, and before lo...
