I like surprises and Keith's email was a surprise: We're not generally in touch. But, on first reading his words, there was a voice that said, "Hunh? What book?" and then settled back into "Oh, OK. Now I remember." And I was flattered he was reading it ... and pleased that someone got enjoyment from something I had done.
I don't remember the book much. What I remember when I think of Keith is the snow-day in college when the two of us arrived at the college billiards room at 8 a.m. and did not leave until midnight when it closed up shop. We played three-cushion billiards ... for sixteen hours.
Three balls, no pockets, green-felt table top. There was some serious protocol involved ... where anyone stood, when talking was OK, how to approve your opponent's shot without saying a word.
Later I would win a first-place trophy in an all-college match. On that occasion, I happened to beat Keith.
But winning was never so much the point for us.
S-i-x-t-e-e-n hours.
We were nuts.
How nice it is, at any age, to find someone to be crazy with.
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