Is bridge the light of some people's lives? I'll let you decide.
During the Wednesday evening 299er game at the St. Paul Bridge Center, the lights in the entire building went out. The game plunged into darkness. Players were told to remain in their seats to avoid injury.
When the lights did not come back on immediately, I felt my way along the wall to the corridor, then to the outside doors, and finally around the building to the back door. There I was able to shine my car lights into the bridge center.
One by one, people made their way out of the building to their cars. Yet, when I returned to make certain that everyone had gotten out, I saw to strange, iridescent lights hovering in the darkness. One player was holding a pen light above the table as another held his lighted cell phone. The combination provided enough light to help them finish their last hand!
Are bridge players determined, or what?
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