When I set out to learn about my mother's bridge club, the Jewish octogenarians behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, their gen, and the ragged path that led me back to my mother.Tomorrow, I’ve been invited to give a reading at a bridge club and then play bridge with the members. I don’t think any other author that I know of has ever had to prove themselves at card table. Like for three hours. The good news is that Bridge players really want to play more than hear me gas on, so the reading will be super brief. The downside is that my game isn’t all that good. Next, a woman making a documentary about Bridge is interviewing me before the whole thing gets going. I’ve always wanted to be a talking head.
Are you ready for your close-up?
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Betsy Lerner 
Enjoy every minute. You’ll get to play a game and sell books. I think it sounds fun, but then again, I don’t play bridge!
Just enjoy playing bridge as best you as you can..no one there expects you to be an expert player. ..and smile for the camera..let us know where and when we can see this documentary…
That’s really cool. I’m sure they’ll appreciate all you’ve done for bridge and since they’ve probably played for a lot longer than you have, they’ll be kind. And my guess is there will be a pleasant surprise or two along the way.
As for my close up, I may be ready, but is the camera?
Oh god no. Never. I think I would send someone in my place, though playing cards sounds fun.
Just don’t trump your partner’s ace and all will be fine! And when in trouble, play fast.
Am I ready for a close-up? He’ll yes.
Been there, done that and bring it on again.
Um…it’s not easy being old news.
Betsy, love every minute until no one knows your name. Actually I don’t think that will happen. You are too memorable.
“Are you ready for your close-up?”
Yes, as long as we can substitute someone who looks vaguely like me but has a different name and isn’t me.