A Bridge Too Far

My Nana had a secret gambling ring and held meetings in in the ‘good’ room.

My nana had a secret club that she held in the front of their federation home in the ‘good’ room. It was a beautiful home that I still long for. It’s since been demolished. I drove there the other day and sat in the car out the front of those ham-fisted apartments that are now there, and cried. I’m not sure why I cried, they’ve been gone so long now. My…