This past fall I visited my friends Geraldine and Israel, formerly of the Queens neighborhood Forest Hills, at their new rustic fixer-upper along the Hudson. The fireplace was working, the couch was in place, but the room was still surrounded by a cityscape of boxes waiting to be unpacked. Geraldine reached into one, grabbing something for Israel — a box she said was from his dad. Before she could pull it out, an idea passed through my mind: “I bet it’s a game of Rummikub.” It was.
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