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2013-2017 Teaching Bridge to Young People

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Let me begin by setting the record straight. Most of this was not my doing. The main players were my good friends and bridge teammates, Bob and Shirley Derrah of Springfield, MA1. I saw them often at tournaments and occasionally … Continue reading →

Let me begin by setting the record straight. Most of this was not my doing. The main players were my good friends and bridge teammates, Bob and Shirley Derrah of Springfield, MA1. I saw them often at tournaments and occasionally at the Hartford Bridge Club, before and throughout these adventures.

Adam Parrish.

New England Youth Bridge, Inc.: At some point in 2013 I was at a regional tournament when an announcement was made that there would be a meeting of the New England Youth Bridge group during the evening. I cannot remember at which tournament this occurred. It was also mentioned that anyone who was interested in helping to attract young people to the game was invited.

When I arrived at the site of the meeting the only other people there were Jim Rasmussen2 and Adam Parrish3, who had called the meeting. I introduced myself, told them that I was interested in whatever I could do for youth bridge, and mentioned that I had recently become the webmaster. One of them asked me, “Webmaster of what?” They were pretty surprised that I was the I managed NEBridge.org.

Pam Miller and Jim Rasmussen.

Later I met Jeff Lehman4, who was about to become the president of the group, Lisa Allison5, who ran a successful youth bridge program in New Hampshire, and Pam Miller6, Jim’s partner.

Over the course of the next few years I corresponded with Jeff frequently.

Shirley and Bob Derrah.

East Longmeadow Several times in, I think, the spring of 2013 Bob told me about the progress of the students he was teaching to play bridge at a school in East Longmeadow, MA. I think that it was a middle school, but since I was never there in person, I may be mistaken.

According to Bob, most of the participants had only a passing interest in the game, but one of them, whom Bob referred to as “that autistic kid”7, seemed to be a natural. His name was Jack Donaghue.8

In the school year of 2013-2014 Jack was a student at East Longmeadow High School (ELHS), which is just north of the state line, a short drive from Enfield. Somehow a bridge club was formed at the high school.

In those days I was not as busy with work at TSI as I had been a decade earlier, and I had developed a strong interest in bridge. Even a casual observer of the competitive bridge population could easily realize was that it was quite elderly and getting more so every year. In my youth a lot of people learned bridge in college. Although I don’t remember how I did it, I learned to play bridge in high school. Many of those college students took up the game again when they became “empty-nesters” or retired. That cycle started to break down when computers became prevalent.

In 2013 I was 65, and Bob was sixteen years older than I was. I was definitely interested in promoting bridge among younger people. So, when Bob asked me if I wanted to help with the club at the high school I told him that I definitely was very interested.

I could drive to ELHS in 15 minutes.

I attended two or three of the after-school meetings at ELHS. They were held in a classroom at the school, and only a handful of students attended. Jack, who had been elected president of the club (an office with no duties) was heads and shoulders (really hips and knees, too) better at bridge than the others. One student was female and Jack’s age; the others were guys who were bigger and evidently older than Jack.

The setting was not ideal. There were no tables and chairs. Four desks (the kind with a seat that you enter from one side) had to be pulled together in an X shape. I don’t remember Bob ever trying to present a lesson. The attendees generally just took a seat and played, with Bob making comments about what was transpiring. I filled in to make a fourth or an eighth when necessary.

The girl, who attended every week and obviously had a crush on Jack, brought with her a book on bridge that had been written by her aunt or grandmother. She obviously treasured it.

The attendance from the guys was not as regular. They seemed to be more interested in sports and other activities at school. In the last week that I attended, only Jack and the girl were present. She pleaded wtih Bob and me to do something to prolong the club.

Trevor Reeves.

After that debacle Bob told Jack that it was up to him to resuscitate the club. I could understand why he said that, but Jack did not have the kind of personality that might enable him to pull this off. Besides, he had at least as much interest in skiing as in bridge. The club died, but Bob maintained his relationship with Jack.

The Hartford Bridge Club (HBC) annually held a one-day bridge tournament for beginners. Bob contacted them about arranging a partner for Jack at the event scheduled for October 26, 2014. Trevor Reeves,9 who at the time had very few masterpoints, agreed to play with him. I called Trevor to explain Jack’s situation. I think that my wife Sue might have provided transportation for Jack and herself.

Trevor and Jack did very well in both sessions.

They won Flight C in the morning and both Flight B and Flight C in the afternoon. Those performances earned them 2.71 masterpoints. Most beginners play regularly for several months before amassing so many. Sue, who had been playing for more than three years, was upset that Jack and Trevor had edged out her and Judy Cavagnaro in the morning round.

I saw Jack at a few tournaments after that. I said hello to him, and he mumbled something in return. Bob told me that he had decided to join the skiing team at ELHS.

Duggan 2016: One of Bob and Shirley’s grandsons, Matt Sullivan,10 was the vice-principal at Duggan Academy in Springfield, a middle school with grades six through eight. Matt was interested in Bob’s idea of teaching some of its students how to play bridge.

Duggan Academy.

Duggan was like no school that I had ever been in. There was much more security. Only one door could be used, and someone at the office needed to unlock it remotely. A policeman was assigned to the school and was always present during school hours.

The school banned the wearing of hats. I always wore a baseball cap when I was outside or driving to protect my eyes from glare. My optometrist had recommended it. Several times I was asked to remove my cap before proceeding to a hallway, stairs, or classroom. Two or three times the school went into lockdown while I was there. Nothing came of any of these events.

Duggan was not a local grade school. It was a magnet school with a focus on Social Justice. The school’s emblem emphasized Diversity, Opportunity, Equity, and Justice. This contrasted with my grade school, which had no Black kids in any grade, and my high school, which had one out of eight hundred. There were some Hispanic students, but in Catholic schools this was to be expected.

The school year at Duggan was divided into “cycles” of four or five weeks. In each cycle the students were allowed to participate in one “Enrichment Program” to supplement their regular classes. These programs were allotted two hours per week during regular school hours. Matt and Bob worked to have bridge included beginning at Duggan in January of 2016.

Two classes took bridge, one of sixth graders and one of seventh graders. My recollection is that Duggan did not have an eight grade class until the next school year.

Maxine Cechvala.

The kids needed a lot of supervision. To help out with managing them Bob recruited Maxine Cechvala11, whom I knew from the HBC, and two people with whom Shirley had played in a local club. My wife Sue and I also attended every week.

In those days an annual event for beginners was held at the largest bridge club in New England, the Bridge Spot in Woburn (WOO bun), MA. Matt offered the kids a chance to participate in the one on Saturday, May 8, 2016. He would supply the transportation and treat them to supper at a restaurant in Boston. I am pretty certain that Bob footed the bill for most of this.

Bob had devised a good plan for getting the kids up to speed. They would begin by playing whist, which is essentially bridge without contracts. We then graduated to Mini-Bridge, in which each player announces his/her masterpoints. The team with the most points names the trump suit (or notrump), and a table is consulted to determine the contract. The hope, of course, was that the students would get tired of this, and we could move on to bidding for the contract, which I have always thought was the real attraction of the game.

The tournament in Woburn used the Mini-Bridge rules. I have posted a description of the tournament itself and the subsequent supper here. If you examine only one of the hundreds of links that I have posted, check out this one. It is short and endearing, if I do say so myself. Included are many photos and the names of all of the participants.

The Bridge Bulletin, the official publication of the American Contract Bridge League (ACBL), published an abbreviated version of the text and pictures of the webpage mentioned above in its August 2016 issue.12

We never got to bidding in either of the classes, but it was a marvelous experience for everyone involved. Bob and I were enthusiastic about the prospect of working with these and other kids in the upcoming years.

Duggan and Chestnut South 2017: As I mentioned in the write-up of the trip to Woburn, Bob was fairly confident that in the following year we could expand our efforts to more middle schools in Springfield. The reason for his optimism was the the employment of another grandson, Matt’s brother Dan13, as the vice-principal of a middle school on the west side of town. Unfortunately he had a much more difficult time enlisting helpers. I went to every session that I could, and Sue occasionally helped, but Maxine was no longer around, and no one else volunteered.

The security at Chestnut South was at least as tight as at Duggan. The door was unlocked, but we were required to stop at a table, sign in, and then go through a metal detector. We then had to proceed to Dan’s office. Someone there would eventually unlock the closet in which the tables were kept and the room that we were assigned to use that day.

Chestnut was designed to serve the “talented and gifted” students of Springfield. This was encouraging, but it did not have an Enrichment Program. The bridge group met once a week after school. The kids had to arrange their own transportation, which was certainly a potential problem. Many of the students rode the bus to school.

The bridge program at Chestnut South never really got established. At first we had a classroom that we could use. On one occasion we had even enough participants for three tables, but attendance fell off dramatically after that. After a few weeks only two or three players came regularly. Only one student was both willing and able to go to Woburn to play in the second tournament. He had to play with a Duggan student that he had never met.

We entered a door in the basement on the far right.

We ran into problems at Duggan, as well. Part of the Enrichment Program had been moved (for at least a few cycles) from the school to a nearby Boys and Girls Club. The idea was that the students would be excited about the environment and would have a place to hang out if they wanted to

The kids were bussed there from Duggan and bussed back to the school at the end of the session. Of course, the transportation used up part of the period. A bigger problem, however, was that our room was near the gymnasium, and many of our students wandered over there instead of coming to the bridge room.

My recollection is that the sixth-graders, whom we taught at Duggan, seemed to have a lot of potential, but the drop-off in the participation in the other two grades was marked. Only a few of the students from the previous year returned the second year. Because the classes were populated mostly by new students, we had to start at square one in all three classes. The eighth-grade group was much too chatty. At one point I had to ask Bob to switch tables with me before I lost my temper.

I remember one peculiar situation in which one of the girls touched the place on the back of one of my hands where a vein was prominent, just to see what it felt like. I was startled at this, but I did not say anything.

The highlight of the year was the time that a crew from one of the local television stations visited the school, filmed a group of seventh-graders playing bridge in the hallway outside of the auditorium, and interviewed one of the students, Joe Walsh, about the activity. He was very polished and explained the situation very well. It was shown on the station’s newscast. A very nice report was broadcast locally.

Only a few students attended the session in Woburn in the spring. Matt drove the students there in his own car, and he actually ended up playing in the tournament with one of the students. Those who attended the tournament and the subsequent supper (complete with oysters) had a splendid time, but it was disconcerting that we were only able to bring a handful of players. No one won a trophy.

The third year: At the end of the 2016-2017 school year a letter was sent to all of the people who had volunteered at any of the Springfield public schools during the year asking for nominations for the “volunteer of the year” award. I nominated Matt Sullivan. Someone, probably Matt or Dan, nominated Bob, and in fact Bob won the award!

Bob insisted that I be included in the award, and so, Bob, Shirley, Dan, Matt, Sue, and I went to a lunch at Western New England University, which was across the street from Duggan. Bob and I were presented with the award. One of the bridge players who attended both tournaments, Tavi Chea, read a speech in which she described Bob as a wonderful person, Shirley as a “silent assassin”, and me as a perfectionist.

The principal of one of the high schools was in attendance. She expressed interest in a bridge program for her students. In retrospect I realize that I should have gotten contact information.

Shortly thereafter Bob’s health began to deteriorate. He gave all of the materials that we had been using—including a suitcase full of bidding boxes with “WMBA” (Western Massachusetts Bridge Association) written on them in indelible ink. He told me that if I wished to continue in the next year, I would need to take charge myself. I assured him I definitely wanted the program to continue and that I would do the best that I could. He gave me contact information for Matt and Dan. With two years of experience under my belt and with a few assets that I had not used at that point, I felt confident of success.

Mary Petit.

My emails to Dan at Chestnut were not answered. Bob explained to me that Dan had been promoted to principal of both Chestnut schools and he was overwhelmed with the responsibility. Bob said that Dan planned to try to get a program started in January. I wrote to Dan in December, but he did not respond to that letter either. So, there was no bridge program at Chestnut South in 2017-2018.

I solicited by email help from all of the bridge players who were within driving distance of East Longmeadow. I received responses from Judy Hyde (introduced here), Mary Petit, Randy Johnson (introduce here), and Bob Lavin. Here is what I wrote to Jeff Lehman about our experiences:

I finally was called in to meet with Matt Sullivan and a teacher, Tim Hurley,13 in late September. Duggan’s school year is divided into “cycles” of four or five weeks. In the previous year bridge participated in the Enrichment Program, which is offered during the school day for two hours a week, during the first five cycles. They explained that during the cycles in May and June the students all wanted to be outside. This year we had already missed the first cycle. Tim, who was now running the program, said that bridge would be offered to sixth and seventh graders for three cycles. There would be an after-school bridge club for the eighth graders and anyone else who wanted to attend. The good side of this was that all three sessions would be on Thursday. In the previous year we had met with eighth graders on Friday.

I expended a great deal of effort lining up bridge players from the area to help my wife, Sue, and me. I had no idea how many kids we would be dealing with. A few players committed to one day, but the only serious commitment that I got was from Bob Lavin, who lives about ten minutes from Duggan.

The Enrichment Program sessions were a severe disappointment from the beginning. Before we started I had had great hope for the seventh graders. A very promising bunch of kids in the sixth grade had participated the previous year, but none of them returned. I do not know why because I have no way to contact individual students. The dozen or so kids that we got, with only a couple of exceptions, had no interest in bridge and were quite vocal about it.

The sixth graders were also rowdy. They were all boys, and one had extreme emotional problems. At any rate it was difficult to work with both groups. They were all turned off by Bob’s presentations, which were much too lengthy and unfocused. I tried to get him to limit them to one topic for ten minutes, but that conflicted with his style.

In the third cycle (our second) we had two greatly reduced groups, but I thought that we were making progress. Our most deadly foe was the calendar. Because of holidays, snow days, and test days, each class actually got to meet only twice!

Sue and I showed up for the first session of the fourth cycle. Tim told us that the plan had always been for bridge to participate in only two cycles. This was different from the previous year and different from what he said in our meeting in the summer. He arranged for Dakota, Demetrius, and two others to meet with us that morning.

The after-school club was a fiasco from the start. Dakota and Demetrius came only two or three times. At the first meeting they told me that they wanted to attend the Magic card club, which met at the same time, on alternate weeks. In actual fact, although I always tried to find out if they were going to meet with me using the email addresses they gave the ACBL, I never knew if anyone would be there. Only one other person came the first week. I only saw Dakota and Demetrius once after the tournament in Watertown. These two kids obviously have great potential, but I have no way to reach out to them.

I actually worked harder this year than either of the last two years. When Matt worked with us, he tried to direct the kids with the best chance of success in our direction. Tim did not seem to do that. I made some mistakes (Bob Lavin, especially), but I thought that we had a pretty good group when they cut us off at the kneecaps. Another problem is that the other Enrichment Programs are more attractive than in previous years. They now offer both soccer and football.

In my last contact with Tim he said that he was turning the bridge club over to Mary Kay Brown. He indicated that Demetrius, who surely is one of the brightest kids in his class, was in danger of failing. It certainly was not because of bridge. I have never heard from Mary Kay.

In retrospect, I can certainly understand why Matt would bow out of the bridge program after his grandfather was unable to continue. Nevertheless, I was blindsided by the appointment of Tim as the new contact. When I asked a question or made a request, he responded. However, Matt had evidently shepherded many of the best students into the bridge program. That was not the case in the third year. I was especially disappointed that not a single person from the previous year’s promising sixth-grade class participated in the new seventh-grade group.

Tim’s announcement that it had been the plan “all along” for there to be only two cycles of bridge startled me. I sent an email to Matt complaining about this. All that I requested was that I be kept in the loop when decisions affected me and my group.

The point about having no idea how many would attend was critical. It was important to have one experienced player for each table—or at least every other table. Sometimes there would be three tables of students; sometimes one or less. I was occasionally short of helpers, and at least once I sent one home.

I have attended several of Bob Lavin’s lectures at regional tournaments. He did a very good job in that setting. However, his style went over like a lead balloon at Duggan. The seventh-grade class was openly hostel to him in the one presentation that I saw. Nevertheless, I had almost no choice but to let him manage all the groups while I was playing at a regional tournament in Mansfield, MA. I had made commitments to other players.

One thing that I had hoped to add to the way that we taught bridge was to incorporate more things from the Internet. All of the classrooms had Internet access and large screens. I hoped to be able to use my convertible laptop (a Yoga model by Lenovo) via an HDMI cable that I purchased for just this purpose. I had nothing but problems. The first time that I started Yoga up at Duggan it notified me that it had updates to install. That wasted at least fifteen minutes.

When I got it connected, I was prevented by the school’s security software from accessing any of the sites that I wanted to use, even my own. Tim told me that I would need to submit a list of the URL’s that I wished to use, and someone in the administration would need to approve them one by one. Then whoever maintained the security would need to implement the changes. I did not bother to try to get all of this to happen.

I did finally manage to get in touch with Mary Ann Brown, who was the official liaison with the volunteers. I have a set of emails with her that concluded by saying that Demetrius and Dakota did not seem to want to go to the Holiday sectional tournament in Watertown, MA. That turned out to be false, but I do not remember the source of the misunderstanding..

On Saturday morning December 9, 2017, Sue and I picked up Demetrius and Dakota at their houses, and the four of us drove to Watertown. I wanted them to play in the section that used the bidding boxes, but they insisted that they were not ready for it. There was never any question about any of the sixth- and seventh-graders participating. They would have been an embarrassment.

Sue and I served as table monitors in the Mini-Bridge group. At my table one of the players revoked on one hand, but no one on the other team noticed it. I told them what had happened, but it was up to the other team to spot it.

At the end of the session but before the results were announced, Dakota and Demetrius told me that they thought that they had done pretty well. They were certainly correct. Their 81.8 percent score was the highest that I had ever seen, and six years later I have still never seen one that came close.

Sue and I drove the winning pair back to Springfield and asked them where they would like to eat. They both said that we should stop at Texas Roadhouse near Sixteen Acres so that Dakota could intone, “Winner, winner, chicken dinner.” That’s where we went. We all had a really good time. Then we drove each of them home.

In July I tried to contact both schools about the upcoming school year, but I did not receive any kind of reply from either one. I cannot deny that this treatment made me a little bitter.

Preparation and Finances: The ACBL had a program for providing supplies to players working with young people. I received a pair of boxes that contained books, flimsy backpack, and special decks of cards that somehow were coordinated with the books. The books had a radically different approach from what we were planning. I put them in the recycling bin after giving one to Sue. I gave most of the cards to the students. I threw the backpacks in the trash.

The ACBL gave me a stipend of, I seem to remember, $700. It was better than nothing. I doubt that Bob bothered to apply.

I made name tags for everyone involved, both students and volunteers. I purchased Avery labels with holders. I don’t remember what they cost.

Jeff Lehman spent a great deal of time developing a lesson plan for using Mini-Bridge. Bob likewise spent time adjusting it to our purposes. I developed a fairly large set of illustrated mini-lessons. They seemed to go over pretty well. I still have them.

I went to Walmart and bought for each of the students a folder in which to keep the handouts. I didn’t fool myself into thinking that they would study them, but maybe some day someone would look something up.

Bob purchased tables, a set of duplicate boards and cards. I don’t know (and don’t want to know) how he wangled the bidding boxes. In 2023 they are still in the trunk of my Honda.

Ed Marzo was much older when I met him.

Ed Marzo: During the summer of 2016 Bob called me up and invited me to come with him to visit Ed Marzo,14 the man who had developed the very popular bridge program called DealMaster Pro. I had absolutely no idea that this legendary figure lived in the Springfield area.

I drove to Bob’s house. He drove the pair of us to Ed’s small home. He was living by himself at age 88. Maybe there is hope for the rest of us.

Ed was no longer involved in the development, sales, or support of his product, but he knew it like the proverbial palm of his hand. His short demonstration convinced me that this was a very worthwhile program to have. He told us that he had invented it in order to show a friend what a finesse was, but it was not clear to me how we could use it as a teaching aid for youngsters.

This was right up my alley, but Bob could not follow what Ed was saying. Ed gave both of us a copy. I have used mine extensively for projects outside of my work with the young students. Bob tried to use his, but it frustrated him. I hoped to be able to schedule some time with him to show him how to use the program, but it never happened.

Thoughts: This entry, more than any other, has caused me to think about a few topics in a new way. Remembering Jack Donaghue made me think about myself. Am I autistic? I cannot even remember learning to play bridge. I just picked it up somewhere when I was in high school, probably from a book. If that is not autistic, what is? Also, would a sane person undertake, as I have in the 1948 project, to record absolutely everything that he could remember—and stick with it for more than two years and over 700,000 words? I have always thought of myself as a shy but eloquent person with an exceptional stick-to-itiveness, but maybe I am on “the spectrum”.

I also have been thinking about public schools. The young people whom I worked with at urban middle schools lived in a different world from the one in which I grew up in Kansas City. I developed great respect for people like Matt who devote their lives to helping these kids make something of themselves.

What could I have done to make the classes better? At the end I regretted introducing duplicate scoring. Most of the students did not understand it, and it deprived them of instant analysis of their performances. If I had it do do over again, after the kids became familiar with Mini-Bridge I would have introduced rubber bridge scoring. In that way every table would have a winning pair and a losing pair.

1. Bob Derrah died in 2018. His obituary can be found here. Shirley died less than two years later. Her obituary is here.

2. Jim Rasmussen moved to Seattle, WA.

3. Adam Parrish moved to New York City, where he is a playwright, bridge teacher, and a columnist for the Bridge Bulletin.

4. In 2023 Jeff Lehman was still active in bridge in New England.

5.In 2023 Lisa Allison was still active in bridge in New Hampshire.

6. Pam Miller stopped paying ACBL dues in 2020. At the time she lived in Cambridge, MA.

7. I am quite sure that Bob did not mean this in a disparaging way. I did not know any of the people involved, and he wanted to identify one of them for me. If I had seen them, he probably would have used a physical attribute instead.

8. Jack would be 24 years old in 2023 when this entry was composed. He stopped paying his ACBL dues in 2020. At the time he had 60 masterpoints, which was more than I expected to see. I could not find any references to him on the Internet after that date.

9. Trevor, however, was not new to the game. He had played a considerable amount of bridge in England before moving to the colonies. The ACBL, however, had not yet assigned him a quantity of masterpoints to reflect that experience.

10. I last saw Matt Sullivan at Bob’s wake. I got to meet his (and Dan’s) mother, who was Bob’s daughter. This made me feel really old. In 2023 Matt became principal of Pioneer Valley Regional School. His LinkedIn page is here.

10. Maxine Cechvala moved to Ponte Vedra, FL. She is still an active member of the ACBL. She has returned to New England a few times.

11. The recent Bridge Bulletins, including the one with this article on p. 30, are available online to members.

12. Bob had worked for Monsanto for several decades. He spent a good part of the last few months of his life testifying in one of the trials that the company (owned by Bayer) faced.

13. In 2023 Dan Sullivan was still the principal at Chest nut. His LinkedIn page is here.

13. Tim Hurley moved from Duggan to a different school in the area. His LinkedIn page can be found here.

14. Ed Marzo died in 2019. His obituary can be read here.

15. I used DealMaster Pro to generate a large number of hands to test hypotheses about how specific types of hands should be bid and played. The program allows the user to specify what limitations to put on each hand. For example, North’s hand could be limited to ones with a void in clubs, but the other hands could be generated randomly.

2010-2019 Partners at the Simsbury Bridge Club Part 2

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My adventures playing with members of the Simsbury Bridge Club (SBC) before I became a Life Master at the end of 2009 are recounted here.

I met Jeanne Striefler at the SBC in my first few weeks there, but I don’t think that we ever played as partners there until much later. She seldom played with anyone besides Jerry Harrison during that period. We did play together at the Hartford Bridge Club (HBC) a few times, mostly when her regular partner and my regular partner were not available. I have no vivid memories of any details of those occasions.

I definitely do recall the holiday parties that she and her husband Fred held at their house in West Simsbury. Since we had played together seldom, if at all, I was flattered and surprised when she invited Sue and me to join the celebration. I particularly remember the one that celebrated her achievement of Silver Life Master (1,000 masterpoints), a party that she shared with Susan Seckinger, who had recently become a Gold Life Master (2,500 masterpoints). Susan remarked that it was not a big deal; it just meant that you had been playing a long time. That is not precisely accurate. In most cases it meant that you had played a lot in tournaments—and done fairly well. It has always been very difficult to amass thousands of points in club games, even if you usually finish at the top of the list.

Jerry, Jeanne, CJ, and me. In the photos that I took at tournaments I NEVER cut off a head.

I have a pretty strong recollection that the biggest thrill that Jeanne and I had experienced was as teammates in a Swiss Teams game at the regional tournament in Cromwell. However, I was unable to locate such a result. On the other hand, I did discover that we won a Compact Knockout in 2011. I played with Jerry Hirsch, and Jeanne played with CJ Joseph. Someone even took our photo1.

I have also played with CJ once or twice at the HBC. She attended the University of Michigan; I think that she graduated two years before I did. She does not live in New England any more. In 2021 she has a house in Florida. I seem to remember that she also had one in the Chicago area.

Jeanne is my age, and she grew up in the state that is just north of where I did. She met her husband Fred at the University of Nebraska. Fred was a professor at the University of Hartford.

I am not sure that I ever played opposite Donna Lyons at the SBC, but I have included her in this section because she has played there for a long time, and she still supports the club. In December, 2021, in fact, she was driving up from her winter home in Florida with the intention of playing in a few games in December at Eno Hall. I am sure that this was not the only reason that she was making the trip, but I like to think that our little game was the focal point.

I was disappointed to receive the following email from her on December 11:

Had to turn back after 6 hours, little dog not doing well. Sorry, won’t be there till May games, happy holidays, Mike!

I learned some time ago that Donna formerly taught Latin at Enfield High School. She actually knew my Italian teacher, Mary Trichilo (TREE key low), as well as one of the other continuing ed students who also formerly taught languages in Enfield. How big of a coincidence is that?

I can’t remember the first game in which Donna was my partner. Before that she had been playing with Michele Raviele, among others. I do remember playing with Donna in both games of a Connecticut sectional. We did not do very well, but I remember that one of our opponents, a guy from the Worcester area, later asked me about her. She must have made a strong impression.

Donna made a great impression on me because she obviously read—or at least looked at the photos there—one of my travel journals. I wrote about the star-crossed tour that Sue and I took in 2011 of South Italy that began with a few days in Rome2. Donna liked a couple of the photos that I took in Rome and Paestum. She asked me if she could use them for a project that she was doing for an association that promotes the study of classical periods. I enthusiastically agreed. She later gave me a SWAG bag that contained the resulting notebook and cards and a few other things. I still have all of these.

Donna was not a great player when she started. I have the feeling that she did not spend enough time in college at the bridge table. For some reason she seemed to consider me something of a guru. Over the years she sent me questions about various aspects of the game, mostly bidding. I always answered them, and she seemed very appreciative.

We got Sue to take this photo.

Whenever I could not find partners for tournaments, I sent out emails to people whom I enjoyed playing with. I had an opening in my schedule for the 2019 Ocean State Regional in Warwick, RI. Donna volunteered to drive all that way just to play with me for one day, August 28, in the Mid-Flight Pairs.

We had a pretty good session in the morning. We were definitely among the leaders. We also got off to a good start in the afternoon session. With only a couple of rounds to go we faced a husband-and-wife team from Vermont, Steve and Karen Hewitt Randle. We all took out our cards from the first board and started to bid the first hand. Before we got very far Karen announced that she did not feel well and needed to be excused. She left the room, and Steve went with her. When the round was almost over, and they had not yet returned, we called the director, who gave us a “No Play” on all three hands.

Not long after that the Randles returned. Not only did they finish the round, but they also had the best score of all the pairs and vaulted up among the leaders.

When we finished playing the last hand, I checked our score on the Bridgemate. Our percentage was about the same as what we had scored in the first round. I told Donna that that should be good enough to finish first or second.

I was stunned by her reaction: “I don’t want to be second. I’ve never been first at anything. Since I made Life Master playing with Margie, I haven’t even won any gold points.”

Donna got her wish. We won by a very narrow margin. I wondered how we would have fared if we had actually played the three hands against the Randles. Their score in the second round was considerably better than ours.

The Ocean State Regionals in 2020 and 2021 were canceled. If Donna wants to defend her title in this event in September 2022, she will need to find another partner. I now have too many points to play in Mid-Flight games.

In the summer of 2021 I played in one face-to-face game at the HBC with Donna as my partner. We did pretty well, but Donna told me that she preferred to play online. One reason was that it was safer, but she also disclosed another one that might have been nearly as important to her. “I don’t have to put on lipstick.”

After Dick Benedict told me in 2010 that he did not want to play at Simsbury any more, I looked around for a new partner. I decided to ask Sue Rudd. Sue was ten years older than I was and had played a lot more bridge than I had, but she was not yet a Life Master. So, I resolved to help her get the gold and silver points that she needed. We went to quite a few tournaments together. We had some success, but we never won an event together, at least not that I can remember. Come to think of it, I think that those years that I played with Sue were the only ones in which I failed to win at least one flight or strat in an event at a tournament.

I learned that Sue formerly worked for the Massachusetts Department of Revenue. She had two sons. One lived in Boston, the other in Minnesota. Sue lived in an apartment in West Springfield that was not far from the house occupied by my sister Jamie’s family. Later Sue moved to a condo complex that was only about two miles from our house in Enfield.

Sue was in good shape. She was an avid tennis player and cyclist. She told me that she had skied all over the US and Europe when she was younger. She also took several international vacations.

Sue insisted on driving half of the time. I agreed, but I never felt comfortable when she was driving. If there was snow, I drove. On one occasion the trip began with a light drizzle. It got heavier, and the visibility was not too good. She was driving at first, but when it began to get a little difficult, she agreed to let me finish the drive.

It is strange to say, but I cannot remember ever eating supper with Sue. I know that we went to at least a few overnight tournaments, but I cannot remember going to a restaurant together. Sue usually stayed with Helen Pawlowski, who by then was the Tournament Manager for the district. Maybe they ate together. I was still working. So, we must have gone to regional tournaments—the only ones that pay gold points—on weekends. Therefore, there would have only been one supper per tournament.

There was almost always ice or snow on the sidewalk and parking lot in Cromwell.

I remember only a few specific incidents. We were in Cromwell playing in a compact knockout event. that required us to play twelve hands against the same pair. One of the opponents on the other team was a little bit rude, especially to Sue. Sue got flustered and played badly. We lost the match.

I mentioned this to Helen. She immediately knew whom I was talking about. She said that she wished that she had heard about it earlier. She also said that I needed to protect Sue from people like her. This gave me pause. I wasn’t ready for that role. At that point of my life I had pretty much abandoned the tactic of arguing with anyone about anything. I would make my case, but if they could not accept my point of view, I almost never pressed the point. The reason was that my voice had a tendency to get much louder than I realized in situations like this, and the scene quickly became uncomfortable for everyone.

Harold Feldheim.

I remember encountering Harold Feldheim3 in the men’s room at a tournament. He asked me how I was doing, and I frankly replied that I was frustrated with my partner. He said that in his years of experience he had concluded that whenever someone felt that way, he should look for a new partner.

Sue and I won a few gold points together. She was getting very close to what she needed for Life Master. I am not sure which tournament it was, but we were playing in the last round of a bracketed Swiss teams event. We were in contention to finish first or second in our group. The bidding on the last hand of the last match had convinced me that my spade support and runnable club suit provided a good chance for a slam in spades that I did not think that most people would bid. It was risky, but I decided to bid 6♠. It turned out to be a good contract. The only problem was that Sue had to play it.

She had to begin by drawing trump, which she did. Then she had to take her ♣K, which she did. Then she needed to lead a low club to the board and take the ace and queen. She made both of those plays. I could see that the clubs split 3-2, which made the three remaining clubs good, guaranteeing the needed twelve tricks. At this point she could have tabled her cards and claimed. The opponents would have conceded without an objection.

But she didn’t claim. She thought about the situation for what seemed like a very long time. Then she started leading red cards and fell short of the contract.

As I suspected would happen, our counterparts at the other table had only bid 4♠, but they made six. So, instead of getting a positive swing that would assure us of winning gold points, we suffered a double negative swing that dropped us out of contention—all because she could not count the clubs.

This was not a mistake of inexperience. There were no distractions; it was early in the play of the hand. There were only two possible explanations. Either she did not count the clubs, or she forgot that every suit had thirteen cards. I was completely exasperated. The situation was so perfect, and I had analyzed it correctly! I could not hold back my frustration, and my reaction was so intense that even the opponents castigated me for it.

After the long mostly silent drive home I sent her an email in which I apologized for the way that I acted and stated that we should not play together any more. It was just too frustrating for me. Years later she told me that she was very tired that afternoon because she did not sleep well the night before. Fine; that is why coffee is always available at tournaments.

Sue did not give up. Some months later she won enough gold points for her Life Master playing with Sally Kirtley. I don’t think that they ever won anything in the “overalls”, but they did finish first in their section a couple of times. Those two awards were enough to push her over the threshold. I don’t think that she ever won any gold points4 at all after that.

Since then I have driven Sue to games in Simsbury almost every Wednesday before the pandemic and after the club reopened in the fall of 2021. I have even played with her a few times at the HBC. I also gave a little speech at here LM party there. Here is the text.

Sue sometimes rides with me to bridge games at local clubs, and almost always I have remembered to bring her home. During one those rides some years ago she confided to me that her goal was to have “Life Master” in her obituary. So I looked in the Hartford Courant’s Future Archives for her obituary. It took quite a while, but I found it.

Susan F. Rudd–I’ll skip the dates–worked in the Collections Section of the Massachusetts Department of Revenue, where she was known as Rudd the Ruthless. After retirement she divided her time between her family and her many hobbies. She is survived by her sons Paul and David, eight grandchildren, twenty-seven great-grandchildren, forty-two great-great-grandchildren, and one great-great-great grandson.

Susan is best known as being the only woman to win the American women’s super-senior tennis championship as an octogenarian, a nonagenarian, and a centenarian. However, her proudest accomplishment was to become a Life Master in bridge, a game without electronics that was popular in the twentieth century.

My wife Sue and I attended her eightieth birthday party in 2018. She asked me to reprise the LM speech, and I was ready to do so. However, Sue’s daughter-in-law, who organized and ran the fete, put the kibosh on the idea without telling anyone.

Sue left her car in this parking lot.

By the way, it was true that on one occasion I drove Sue Rudd to the HBC for a Tuesday evening game. I had a bad game playing with a different partner and left in a foul mood. Just as I reached the bridge over the Connecticut River on I-91, I realized that I had left Sue back at the club. I turned around at exit 44 and returned to the club. It was all dark and obviously empty.

I learned the next day that Sally Kirtley had driven Sue to TSI’s office in East Windsor, which is where she had left her car.

I had no difficult whatever in deciding whom I should ask to play with me at the SBC. By then Ken Leopold had been attending somewhat regularly, and he seemed like he knew what he was doing. The good thing was that he was younger than I was—his memory still functioned. The only drawback was that he wasted a lot of time on his family and his job. He and his wife Lori had six kids, a couple of whom were still living at home. He also had an unhealthy commitment to the idea of helping his patients beat cancer. He was a doctor, you see. He worked (and still does in 2021) at Hartford Hospital in the field of radiation oncology.

Ken wore a blue shirt to the Christmas party at the HBC in 2013. The two ladies at the table are Sue Rudd and Kay Hill.

So, Ken and I mostly played together just on Wednesday evenings at the SBC. I attended almost every tournament within driving range, and i always asked him to play, but I usually had to settle for his participation in the Sunday Swiss events.

On most of these occasions our team consisted of Ken, me, Dave Landsberg, and Felix Springer. Much more about Dave and Felix can be read here. Sometimes I played with Dave, and Ken played with Felix. Often we had to rearrange things to accommodate a different fourth.

We did amazingly well, and our results formed a pattern. We were almost in the lowest group, the C strat. I was on the board of the Connecticut Bridge Association (CBA), which always met before the Sunday Swiss. I would generally emerge from the meeting five or ten minutes before game time and frantically scan the playing area for the rest of “the band”. When I found them I fished some bills out of my wallet and reimbursed whoever had paid my entry fee. Then I had only a few seconds to peruse the convention card to refresh my memory about what conventions we were playing.

I almost always made mistakes in the first round, which we usually lost. We then almost always won our next two matches, which forced us to face a pretty good team in the fourth round. I am not sure that we ever won a fourth round. So, we would invariably go into the pizza break in the middle of the pack. We then almost always won two of the last three rounds to finish in the top half, which, for a C team, was good enough to win quite a few silver points5. It was truly remarkable how often we did this. Here is an example from the Swiss held in Hamden on March 1, 2015:

I just loved playing with these guys. Earlier in the tournament Felix had played in pairs games with both Dave and me. I am not even sure who played with whom in the Swiss. I don’t think that Ken ever played with Dave, but any other combination was possible.

My fondest memory of the four of us is from the North American Bridge Championships held in Providence in November and December of 2014. On both Sundays at the tournament some or all of us played together in the bracketed Swiss events.

The band: me, Felix, Ken, and Dave.

I am disappointed and embarrassed to report that I can find very little documentation of those two events. I am absolutely certain that I posted detailed write-ups of them on the NEBridge.org website as part of my “View from B Low” series. Unfortunately, all of the web pages posted between January 24, 2014, and July 22, 2015, were lost during the catastrophic system failure of July 2015.

I thought that perhaps a draft copy of this work was on my desktop computer, but I could find no trace. I then looked for the photos that I took on those two weekends. I found about forty of them, but I am pretty certain that I took more than that if only to add more atmosphere to the “View” article. I suspect that I moved the best of those photos somewhere to facilitate uploading them to the NEBridge.org website. The uploaded copies are gone for good, but the originals should still be on my computer. I just can’t locate them.

Ginny Farber.

So, I must rely on my fading memories and the results that I found on the ACBL website. My partner for the first weekend, November 29-30, was Ginny Farber6, whose last name at the time was Iannini (eye ah KNEE knee). She lived on the Cape. We had played against each other at tournaments a few times. After her husband died shortly after the Cromwell tournament of 2014, we began playing as partners at tournaments.

Ginny and I played in pairs games on Saturday, but we did not do too well. For the bracketed Swiss on Sunday we were joined by Dave Landsberg and Pat Fliakos, both of whom I had met in the Tuesday evening games at the Hartford Bridge Club.

Pat Fliakos.

We played well through the first six matches. We won them all. However, we could not rest on our laurels. In the last round we faced a foursome from Montreal that was only four points behind us in the standings. I don’t remember the situation precisely, but I do recall that there was one critical hand in which Ginny had reversed, a bidding sequence of two different suits showing a strong hand in which the first suit is longer than the second. An example would be 1♦ followed by 2♥ after partner has responded 1♠ or 1NT.

Somehow we ended up in an impossible slam, and the contract failed. I was certain that our counterparts at the other table probably did not bid the slam, which would provide them with a big swing. Ginny and I were extremely nervous at the end of the match when we went to the other table to compare scores. Fortunately, Dave and Pat had had a good round. We lost the match, but only by two points

Imagine our shock when the opponents came over to get us to agree that they had won the match by ten points, not two. It turned out that they had recorded a 0 on one hand in which both of our pairs had actually won three points. When we pointed this out to them, they were, of course, bitterly disappointed, and our relief was palpable.

As the results clearly show, the third-place teams were not even close. In the second weekend our team was Felix, Dave, Ken, and me. I cannot remember who played with whom on Saturday when we lost in the semifinals of a compact knockout. On Sunday we played in another bracketed Swiss. I played with Dave, and Ken played with Felix.

This time a very weird thing happened in an early round. There were repeated director calls on one hand. Then the same thing happened on a subsequent hand. Dave and I finished long before Ken and Felix. After we compared the scores they explained that the director had twice ruled against them, and they had appealed both rulings. Evidently neither appeal was successful. I don’t remember the specifics. Ken and Felix weren’t exactly angry about it, but they weren’t satisfied with the ruling either.

It hardly mattered. This time I knew that we were doing well, but I never checked the scoreboard. After the last round Ken checked the scores. He reported that “We lapped the field.”

So, the tournament had the best possible ending for “the band”, and it left us hungry for more. After that we played together whenever we could.

Ken made Life Master in July of 2015. The HBC sponsored a party for him and Felix, who achieved the rank a little earlier. It was a five-round team game using the Swiss format. Dave and I were their teammates. Ken and Felix sat North-South at table 1 in the A section. We sat East-West at table 1 in the B section. We won our first three matches, but we did not have any big victories.

Then there was a break for food and speeches. Dave said to me sotto voce, “Did you see their résumés? Why do they play with us?”

Of course, what I thought was, “What do you mean ‘us’, Paleface?”, but I didn’t say any thing. A little later I took the floor to give my little speech. I began with a trivia question:

What do the following three famous people have in common?

  • Champion golfer, Phil Mickelson, who can consistently hit a golf ball 300 yards.
  • Four-time Pro Bowl quarterback, Michael Vick, who can throw a football 80 yards.
  • World-class physician and Life Master bridge player Ken Leopold.

I told them to think about it. I would come back to it at the end. Meanwhile, I had a survey that Mark Aquino, the District Director, asked me to conduct:

“Are you aware of the procedure at a regional or national tournament for appealing a director’s ruling?” Most people were.

“Have you ever appealed a director’s ruling?” About half the players raised a hand to indicate that they had. I pretended to count and record the result.

“Have you ever appealed more than one director’s ruling in the same tournament?” Only Felix and Ken still had their hands raised.

“In one very short eight-board match of a bracketed Swiss event, commonly known as a Round Robin, have you ever appealed more than one director’s ruling?” Still only Ken and Felix.

“Have you ever won such an appeal?” They both sheepishly lowered their hands.

I then asked if anyone knew the answer to the trivia question. Dave, of all people, piped up, “They are all left-handed.”

“No!” I said. “Actually, they are all right-handed. Mickelson swings left-handed and Vick throws left-handed, but they both do everything else with their right hand. Similarly, Ken plays bridge left-handed, but his right hand is dominant.”

We won the fourth match, but our margin of victory left us a couple of points behind the first place team. We faced them in the last round. Our opponents were Laurie Robbins and Tom Lorch. The hands were not very exciting. The match came down to a hand in which the West player had to decide whether to accept a game try. I passed, and my counterpart at the other table bid the game. Since the tricks for game were not actually available, we won the match and the event. As I have often said, most of my best calls are green.

Donna Feir, the manager of the HBC, announced that never before in the history of the club had the players being honored ever won a team event, and never had they won all five matches..

A few years later Ken thought that we should play a weak 1NT opening. I think that he got this idea from Doug Doub, a pro who gives lessons at the HBC. I went along with the idea, mostly because I already played a different version of that approach with Peter Katz7 on Saturdays at the HBC. Ken sent me the link to a detailed write-up of how it worked. We have been playing that weak 1NT system ever since, and I review the manuscript before each game. Even so, I sometimes forget that we are playing it.

Ken also insisted on playing the Wolsey defense against strong 1NT openings because that was what he played with Lori, and he alleged that he could not remember two different defenses. I much prefer a more disruptive approach, especially in the balancing seat, but I have agreed to grit my teeth and play Wolsey.

Ken was one of the driving forces behind the resuscitation of the SBC in 2019. That story is told here.

The spreadsheet that contains my list of partners includes a line for Helen Pawlowski, and so I must have paired with her at least once, either when she was running the club or when she dropped in to play after she no longer did. It is also possible that I might have played with her at a tournament or at the HBC.

I find it remarkable that I have no recollection of the occasion. Helen was a very good player, and playing with her would have been a big deal at any point in my career.

In 2023 Helen lived in Bluffton, SC.

On at least one occasion before the Pandemic, when Ken could not play, I played opposite Al Carpenter. Al was not a great player, but he was very enthusiastic and gregarious. He had a hearing problem, and so he often was speaking too loudly for the size of our room.

At the time that I played with him Al was working for Enterprise Rent-a-Car. I seem to remember hearing from someone that Al died, but I could not find an obituary or any other reference on the Internet. .

Chuck Pickens.

Chuck Pickens played at the SBC occasionally before the Pandemic. I played with him once when Ken was not available.

Chuck died in 2022. His obituary is posted here.

Al Gee began playing regularly at the SBC after the Pandemic. His usual partner was Kathie Ferguson. On one evening Kathie had another commitment, and so did Ken. So, I played with Al.

I learned that he had taken up bridge after his wife died, and he credited the game with getting him through that crisis. He originally played at the Newtown Bridge Club, but he found the SBC after moving to the area. Al was retired from a career at 3M.

We played Al’s convention card, which was not very sophisticated. We finished last.

Al was still playing pretty consistently at the SBC in late 2023.

Shown at left is a photo of Al that I took at the Limited Sectional at the HBC on March 26, 2023. Al and his old partner from Newtown won their section in the morning session of the 199er Flight. The fellow behind Al is Howard Howard Schiller, another regular at the post-Pandemic SBC.

Allison Ryan came down from her home in Northampton, MA, to play at the SBC on an evening on which I happened to be available. This occurred before Covid-19. She was a new player at the time, but she obviously had a lot of potential. I don’t recall how we did, but I don’t think that we were last.

In 2023 Allison was retired or at least mostly retired from her career as a neurologist. I have seen her a few times at tournaments. My wife Sue and I had a very pleasant supper with her and her bridge partner at the tournament in Nashua, NH, that has been described here.

On many occasions I drove Maria Van der Ree from her apartment in Enfield to the games at the SBC on Wednesday evenings. On almost every occasion she played with either Sue Rodd or my wife. Once, however, she got stuck playing with me. Line most new partnerships we had a few misunderstandings in the bidding.

In 2023 Maria turned 93. She had difficulty with new bidding concepts, but she was still quite good at playing the cards. Sue Wavada saw her often at the non-sanctioned games in Somers and East Longmeadow.

1. I found this photo in the bag that contained the ones that I shot in my disposable-camera days. However, by this time I had been using my Canon point-and-shoot camera for six years, and I was too cheap to have prints made. So, someone probably took the photo with Jerry’s camera, and he gave me a print.

2. The journal is posted here.

3. Harold Feldheim died in 2019. Much better than his obituary are the comments from fellow bridge players that are posted here. After I had been working for District 25 for a few years Harold paid me one of the nicest compliments that I have ever received: “If more bridge players were like you, everyone would enjoy the game a lot more.”

4. To put this in perspective, as of the end of 2021 I had 697.41 gold points.

5. Through the end of 2021 I have amassed 548.03 silver points, almost all of which were won at sectional tournaments, and the bulk of those in the Sunday Swiss games.

6. Much more about my partnership with Ginny can be read here.

7. Details about my adventures with Peter Katz are posted here.