The Mind Never Stops Learning

Just recently, I taught myself how to shuffle a deck of cards. I’m 55 years old. I’ve been playing since about age 5—starting with “Go Fish,” moving into “Slap Jack,” then “Rummy 500.” Later came Hearts, hesitant forays into Blackjack and Poker, countless hours with friends swapping change, chasing flushes and inside straights, and arguing endlessly about whether five wild cards really counted as a hand.

Now you might ask, “In 50 years of cards, you never learned to shuffle?”