
I stumbled across this photo, and had to share it. Somehow it captures the essence of the cold, dark Minnesota winter that I remember from my youth. My Norwegian ancestors spent a lot of time playing cribbage in the wintertime, since you can't farm in Norway in the winter. Here, my dad and I are using ball point pens instead of cribbage pegs. (The pegs were lost.) This game was close, but if I remember correctly Dad was a couple points away from being double-skunked in the prior game.
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