2023 September: The Big Black Box

It’s name is Asus. Continue reading

By the beginning of September of 2023 I had become quite frustrated about the time that I had been wasting because my Lenovo desktop computer, on which I had keyed in the great bulk of the entries in the 1948 Project (introduced here), was intolerably slow. The biggest problem was that the system would quite often lock up for as long as ten or fifteen minutes. During these periods the disk light was on continuously. I had tried to determine the cause by examining the output available in Windows’ Task Manager, but I had no luck. I had also asked the Greek Squad to look into it. The agent signed on to my system, deleted a lot of temporary files. That seemed to help for a day or two. However, it reverted to its previous behavior shortly thereafter.

Another problem was its connection with the Cox modem/router. The connection would be lost for no apparent reason, and it was often difficult to recover. A few years earlier I attached a modem that I had previously purchased to a USB port. That did not seem to help much

So, in desperation I decided to purchase a new box. I did some research on the Internet. The new systems seemed to have much faster processors than my Lenovo desktop. The hard drives were in most cases a little smaller, but that did not concern me much. The amount used on the Lenovo was far less than the capacity of any of the available machines.

I had had pretty good experiences during my last two computer difficulties (outlined here) with the Geek Squad people at the Best Buy store in Manchester, CT, which was about a thirty-minute drive from my house. I therefore decided to buy one there.

I cashed in the points on my Bank of America Mastercard for a Best Buy gift card in excess of $300. The units at Best Buy started at about $600 unless I was willing to settle for an obsolete model that ran Windows 10 or an “open box.” I decided to put a new system on order shortly after I received the gift card in the mail.

Unless I did not mind making several trips to the store, I figured that the easiest way was to order it online and pick it up at the store. Before I did so I had an electronic chat with one of Best Buys sales agents. I told him which model (an Asus) I was interested in, but I also expressed my concern about the difficulty of migrating the programs that I used. I specifically emphasized that the one that I was most worried about was Outlook, Microsoft’s email product. The agent assured me that the Geek Squad people at the store could help me with that. That convinced me to put the system on order. It was scheduled to be at the store on Friday, September 21. I actually received an email that it had arrived a day early. I had a big project to work on over the next few days, and so I planned on picking it up on Monday.

I had a long and strange electronic chat with agents from Best Buy on Friday. When I explained my concern about Outlook I was transferred to a different agent who allegedly specialized in this. A little later I was transferred again. This agent assured me that the Geek Squad would do the entire migration for me and made an appointment for me for 3:20 in the afternoon on Monday.

I left for Best Buy at 2:30 on Monday and arrived at 3. I had no trouble obtaining the new computer. I had brought with me a bag that contained the Lenovo that I had been using as well as a very old external hard drive for which I had lost the power cord. I intended to ask the Geek Squad people after they had migrated the programs and data if there was any way extract the files that were on the external drive onto something usable.

The Geek Squad guy was very friendly, but he said that they only did data, not programs. This was very upsetting to me. The only reason that I had purchased the machine from Best Buy was for the help that I expected to receive. Migrating the data was no challenge if you had a large external hard drive, and I did. I was so upset about the lies (or maybe misunderstandings) that I left Best Buy without remembering to ask about the hard drive. As I drove out of the parking lot I was so concerned about what should be my next step in making the system in my trunk operational that I almost ran a red light and caused a serious accident. The rest of the drive home was uneventful.


Plan Z: In my research I had come across a company name Zinstall (website here) that markets a downloadable program called WinWin that the website claimed was able to transfer all of one’s programs and files from any Windows computer to a new Windows 11 computer. It cost $129 plus tax.

On the evening of Wednesday September 272 I started an electronic chat with someone named Paul from Zinstall. He assured me that they installed software, called WinWin, that could transfer all the programs, but it was possible that Microsoft would demand proof of ownership in the form of a serial number or program key. A little more research convinced me that this was quite unlikely. Besides, I could not see an alternative. So, I purchased the software. I received the following email:

Thank you for choosing Zinstall.

A. DOWNLOAD LINKS
1. CLICK THE FOLLOWING LINK to download the SOFTWARE: (link)
2. You should download and run the software on BOTH computers: OLD and NEW.
3. IMPORTANT: before taking any further steps, you should carefully read the USER GUIDE. CLICK THE FOLLOWING LINK to download the user guide: (link)

B. ACTIVATION INFORMATION: Below is your Zinstall license activation key serial number. You will need to supply this information when prompted by the software.
Serial number: WNPV-XXRR-BJDK-VJK6-USOP-I2XP-LGXO-6UEV-74
Registered email: Mike@Wavada.org

C. SUPPORT AND SERVICE We are glad to assist you with your transfer.
1. SUPPORT QUESTIONS & TROUBLESHOOTING: For any support questions or assistance, CLICK THE FOLLOWING LINK: (link) where you will find answers and solutions for your questions, as well as options to contact the Support Team.
2. If you require TECHNICAL ASSISTANCE, please submit the “Support Case Form” and run the Diagnostic Tool on both computers (old and new). Both the Form and the Diagnostic tool are available at the link above.

D. FULL SERVICE – REMOTE ASSISTANCE: IF you prefer the convenience of having an expert tech perform the whole transfer for you, you have the option of a Full Remote Service add-on. It is available here at a discounted “bundle” price: (link).

E. BEST PRACTICES: HOW TO PERFORM A MIGRATION? Before starting the migration process:
1. Make sure you have a backup of your computers.
2. Save all open files and close all running applications.
3. Completely uninstall all Internet Security Suites, Firewalls, and Antivirus on both computers – OLD and NEW.
4. You don’t need to purchase any special cables or external hardware to do the transfer. If your computers are connected to a home network, you don’t need to do anything – Zinstall will use the network for the transfer. Otherwise, you can just use a regular network (aka Ethernet) cable – you probably already have one – to connect the computers directly. Here is what it looks like: (link).
5. While wireless is usable as well, if you have an option to use Ethernet – use it. Wireless is inherently slower, and may be interrupted by network disconnects.
6. The migration process requires “Administrator” user privileges.

IMPORTANT: The transfer may continue for a very long time – DO NOT INTERRUPT the process, even if it seems that nothing is happening for a while. REMEMBER: Once started, the migration process is completed unattended – you are not required to stay near the computers, and may leave it for the night to complete.

One thing that had not previously been clear was that I needed to connect the two computers via an Ethernet cable if they were not already on a network. I thought that it would be sufficient that both used wi-fi. I had been planning on sending the data through the modem/router from Cox Cable.

I asked Sue if she knew if we had an Ethernet cable. She said that she had at one time put all of the miscellaneous cables in a big plastic tub. I naturally asked where it was. She said that she didn’t remember. I was not surprised. I made a mental note to drive to Target on Thursday morning to purchase one. Target’s website offered a seven-foot cable for $10, and they seemed to be in stock..

In one of my dreams that night, however, I had a revelation that there might be one in the north end of our basement near the AS/400 that I brought home in the summer of 2014 after we closed TSI’s office in East Windsor.

When I awakened in the morning I hastened downstairs and discovered that there were indeed two Ethernet cables in a snake’s nest of cables near the computer. I wrested one away and without too much difficulty I was able to connect the two black boxes on my desk. When the yellow lights appeared in the sockets for both, I rejoiced. I had saved $10!


The migration: The instructions sited above were thorough and instructive. As someone who wrote such instructions for users of his code for thirty-five years, I have one quibble. Users expect the written instructions to be in the order in which they are to be executed. In this document some of the most important pieces of information are near the end. I admit that I never read sections B, D, and E until I started writing this account on Friday.

I downloaded the WinWin software to my old system, Lenovo. I found the executable file in the Download folder and ran it. According to the instructions I should have run it as administrator, but I didn’t. The program churned for a few minutes and then asked me whether this was the old computer or the new one. After I selected “old” it told me to do the same thing on my new computer Asus.

I had planned to use the same display on both computers.3 So, at this point I needed to detach it from Lenovo and insert it into Asus. This turned out to be a much bigger pain than I thought that it would be. In the first place the lighting in that area of the office was not good.4 The head of the cable was held in place by two screws. No screw driver was needed, but it took longer than I remembered to screw and unscrew them with my fingers.

After I attached the display I turned on Asus for the first time. It came up rather quickly. Among other things it asked for a PIN. I used the same one that Sue and I use for the garage door opener. It invited me to take a tour of Windows 11, but I postponed that adventure until some undisclosed point in the future.

Instead I selected the Edge icon on the desktop, downloaded the WinWin executable again, found it in the Download folder, and ran it. The same window came up, and, when asked, I said that this was the new computer. The program then searched for the old computer. This was the moment of truth, or I should probably call it the first moment of truth.

It was not to be. The screen displayed a sad message (#324) that indicated that it could not find the old computer. The likely cause, it said, was either that the two boxes were not connected or that security software on one of the boxes was preventing the connection.

I checked the back of both computers. The Ethernet cables seemed to be securely attached. I then uncabled the display from Asus and reattached it to Lenovo. By coincidence almost as soon as I could see the display again a window appeared for the Webroot program that the Geek Squad had installed. It had options to end three types of security. I did so. Consequences be damned.

I then sent to the support team at Zinstall an email explaining the situation and identifying the error message number. I received two identical “high importance”messages one minute apart: “Hello Michael Wavada, This is an acknowledgment we have received your email. We will contact you soon. Best regards, Zinstall support team”

I would have preferred something more specific than the word “soon”, even if it was “within the next 24 hours”. I felt that Zinstall recognized the urgency of the problem, and I could expect an email with specific instructions within the next five minutes, or five hours, or maybe five days. I stayed at Lenovo’s keyboard4 and won game after game of two-suited Spider Solitaire while intermittently checking the Inbox in Outlook. At about noon I fixed myself a ham sandwich and ate it in front of my desk while I kept my eye on the Inbox.

I almost always took a nap after lunch. Mine on that day was a rather short one, and I rushed back to check the Inbox as soon as I was awake. No dice.

At 1:47PM I sent a short missive to Zinstall support: “How long is soon? It has now been over four hours.” Nearly an hour later I was about to send another email when this showed up in the Inbox. It was signed by Sam R.

Thank you for contacting us.

You have Webroot still active on the old computer.

Please disable Webroot firewall on the old computer (or simply remove Webroot from the old computer), and run Zinstall again on both.

Please let us know how we can assist further!

I replied as soon as I could: “I believe that I disabled it before running Zinstall. I tried to delete the folder named Webroot, and it said that I need permission from SYSTEM to do so. I do not know how to do that. Actually I seem to have two copies of Webroot. One in Program Files, and one in Program Files x(86). The Geek Squad installed them.”

Sam R. must have been horrified about what I had attempted. He wrote back rather quickly.:

You should not delete folders directly; instead, you can typically right click on the Webroot icon in system tray (bottom right corner, near the clock) and select “Shut down” or “Exit”.

Or, to uninstall it, go to the list of installed programs and select Webroot there.

Alternatively, if you cannot get rid of Webroot, another alternative is to use Zinstall with a USB external drive instead of network.

Do you happen to have a USB hard drive available?

I did have an external drive with a great deal of storage, and it was within two feet of my right hand. Nowhere in the emails or the online instructions booklet was there any mention of this option. Maybe that could be plan Z2 if we could not get past the security issue. In the process of disabling Webroot in the way that he described I noticed that the system clock was off by more than two hours. While I was in the same system tray I also found a Malware icon. There was no option to disable it. I select “Quit” instead. Both icons disappeared from the tray.

Uncertain whether Sam R. would still be working, at 5:04PM I sent the following message to describe what I had done since receiving his (her? their?) last email:

I tried this twice. On the first try I received the same message as before even though Webroot was not listed in the Apps. The second time I removed Webroot again (the system had rebooted on its own) and Malware Bytes from the Apps in the lower right corner. This time the program on the new  box found the old box, but it warned that I was using a wireless connection that might be slow or fail. The lights for the Ethernet ports are on on both machines. Is there a way to verify the connection? I do not have a network (other than the Cox Cable modem/router). I just ran a cable between the machines.

Later I became convinced that Lenovo had not, in fact, rebooted on its own. I was pretty sure that the AC cable had been jostled loose while I was moving the display cable back and forth between the two boxes.

I decided to try it again, and I was cautiously optimistic. However, the email sent at 6PM told a different story: “It is now showing message #11. This is SO FRUSTRATING!” Message #11 said that my account had reached the limit on the number of tries. I did not receive an answer on Thursday.

I was poor company all evening. I was close to giving up on Zinstall, but I had no alternative at this point. I began to consider contacting American Express to tell them not to pay for the service. I went to bed at about 9PM, which was quite early for me.

On Friday morning I was pleasantly surprised to receive an email from Sam R. The time stamp was 4:14AM.

Thank you for the update, it’s great that the connection issue is solved now that Webroot is removed!

Regarding wireless, you do not have a huge amount of data on the old computer, so you can transfer via wireless as well.

As long as the wireless network is not abnormally slow, it will complete just as well.

Note also that you can use the old computer while the transfer is in progress, if needed – just press the Windows key on your keyboard to get to your apps / desktop.

Please let us know how we can assist further!

I asked him about error #11. He said that that had been cleared. I did not respond to his comment about being able to use the old computer. Once the process started, I intended to monitor it on the new computer. I had no intention of touching any of the cables once the migration was under way. He probably did not remember that I was switching the display from one machine to the other.

Before I ran the WinWin program on Lenovo I made certain that neither security program was in the system tray. When I moved the display’s cable, I was very careful not to jostle the AC cable on Lenovo. I then checked to see that both Ethernet lights were on.

At about 8:20 (I know because I always awaken Sue at 8:30) I initiated the WinWin program on Asus. This time it found Lenovo, and it did not present the warning message about using a wireless connection. It must have been using the Ethernet cable.

The process took about three hours. I used part of the time to go through the papers that had been accumulating on my desk for a few months. That was a worthwhile activity. I found a year-old credit from Costco for $1.48 and the paperwork for applying for a discount on the real estate tax levied by Enfield. I also found my hanging file for income tax for 2019. I had no idea why it was out of the filing cabinet.

I was very impressed with the window that displayed the various steps in which the program was engaged. It also showed two percentage bar graphs that indicated the portion of the step being executed and the total process that had been completed. At the bottom were statistics about things like the rate of data transfer and the size of the files that had been copied.

When it was finally finished, it congratulated me on a successful migration. I have seen many such messages before, but this was the first time that I really thought that we had accomplished something important together—I mean the program, the computers, the cabling, Sam R., and I.

I restarted the system as directed. It came back up rather quickly, and I entered the PIN. The desktop looked almost the same as it had before. The program tray was missing two icons. One was definitely for Spider Solitaire. I purchased a new copy for Asus, for $0, and it popped back up in the program tray. The other one might have been for a program that I had downloaded to convert YouTube videos to MP3 or MP4 files.


Outlook. etc.: It was time for the second moment of truth. With some trepidation I clicked on the blue Outlook icon. Microsoft somehow recognized me and asked me to key in the password associated with the account associated with my email address. I found it on my password list. Microsoft approved it and immediately installed updates to the software. I then needed to key in the passwords for my two email accounts. I got the Cox one on the first trick, but I made a mistake on the one for Wavada.org. Once I got it right all the emails that I had received from both accounts showed up after the next Send/Receive.

Everything seemed to be there, and I liked the new look and feel of the software.


Problems: After one day’s use I had encountered only three problems. As I mentioned, I had left one program open on Lenovo. It took me less than five minutes to bring the Asus version up to date. At one point while I was surfing in Firefox Windows11 interrupted and reported that it needed to restart. I had no choice but to let it. It came right back up, but I lost about an hour’s worth of work in WordPress. I don’t know why it had not been saved, but I will need to be more careful about updating these long blog entries more regularly.

The strangest problem was encountered using the editor of posts in WordPress in Firefox. Below is the screen for editing a blog entry in Chrome. This is also how it looked in Firefox on Windows 10:

Notice the blank area to the left of the text and the slide bar on the right that is now most of the way down the “Post” area on the right.

Contrast this with the same screen on Firefox.

The Firefox version shows a frame from the Dashboard on the left. The two slide bars are both so thin as to be effectively invisible to a septuagenarian. The one to the right of the text works correctly, but the one to the right of the Post column only raises and lowers the Dashboard on the far left, even though it is long enough to need a slide bar. Furthermore, it has no effect on the Post area. This makes it almost impossible to add more tags after a point.

I don’t know if this was a problem in Windows 11 or WordPress. I planned to install a new version of WordPress soon. I later learned that it was neither. The slide bars in Windows 11 were much smaller. Sometimes they were nearly invisible.


Performance: The new box is lightning fast, and so far it has never locked up.


1. The technical experts at law enforcement agencies on television often extract files from hard drives that survived plane crashes, arson, floods, and the like. Surely the agents of the internationally renowned Geek Squad had similar tools at their disposal.

2. I ordinarily played bridge on Wednesday evenings, but the game on 9/27 was canceled because only three pairs planned to intend.

3. Sue thought I might be able to use a gigantic display that she had squirreled away in the three-season porch. I was thoroughly skeptical even before I learned that it had no cable.

4. I did NOT need my cataracts removed. That will probably come some day, but not before my subsequent appointment with the retina specialist on October 18.

2023 Bridge: The Tonto Scandal

A scandalous email. Continue reading

If you were offended by the title of this entry, you know where you can cram it.

Bill Watson.

In the twelve years before the pandemic the Hartford Bridge Club had hosted a one-day, two-session 199er Sectional, usually in October. For at least two of these events I emailed promotional pieces. The last one in 2019 was run by Bill Watson. The club was open in October of 2021 and 2022, but the event was not held.

The ACBL had special rules for Limited Sectional. They were sponsored by the unit, but run by the club. The unit had no financial stake in the outcome.

The most attractive rule was that the club did not need a Tournament Director certified by the ACBL; it club could use its own directors. In late 2022 I researched the feasibility of resuming this activity and proposed to the Planning Committee and the Board of Trustees that the time was right to try it again. I created a spreadsheet (posted here) to demonstrate the profitability of the undertaking under certain assumptions. Although Bill was not interested in resuming his role, the other directors were on board, especially Linda Starr.

However, just as the club was finalizing its plans, the ACBL changed the rules: a TD or an Assistant TD would be required for Limited Sectionals. To become an Assistant TD one must pass an exam that had not yet been written. Peter Marcus, the president of the Connecticut Bridge Association and a qualified TD, assured us that we could hold the event as long as he was “standing by” if needed.

Donna Feir.

So, in January Donna Feir, the HBC manager, was considering applying for a sanction. On the 15th I sent an email to Linda Starr asking whether the directors had set a date, and, if so, did they want me to send emails1 promoting it. She answered the next day:

Yes! We have decided.  We’re having a one-day, two-session 0-750 NLM2 sectional on March 26. (The flyer is attached.) Who do you send the information to? (Just curious. I’d love to have you send it out to anyone 😁)

The flyer to which she referred can be viewed here. The event actually had two flights: one for players with less than 200 points and one for non-Life Masters with less than 750 points.

I had been thinking about how to approach the emails for this event for a few months. The key aspect, in my opinion, was the color of the masterpoints: silver. When I think of Silver, I think of the fabled steed of the Lone Ranger. So, I decided to make the horses of the LR and his faithful Indian companion Tonto the theme of the first email. You can view it here.

I sent a copy to Linda, whom I considered to be my boss on this project. She responded enthusiastically, “Thanks, Mike! This announcement is great!! It should get plenty of interest.”

Well, she was right about the interest. I sent the email to players in four units: Connecticut Bridge Association (CBA), Rhode Island, Central Massachusetts, and Western Massachusetts. 1,300 were sent; 54 bounced; 770 recipients opened the email a startling 1,794 times. The flyer was opened 90 times.

No one was in any way angry about it, but two people did not like the focus on Tonto. Elaine Reitman wrote this:

Not Tonto.

Don’t you think that in this day and age when sports teams from schools through NFL Pros are urged to change their team names exploiting Native American stereotypes and the US as well as local governments are expunging the term “squaw” from place names that this is a decidingly jingoist message.  Couldn’t bridge players be encouraged to attend a tournament for their own benefit without bringing midcententury stereotypes into play.  It’s insulting to receive messages using pidgen language and dated images.  

Not Jay Silverheels.

Her reaction frankly surprised me. Did she really feel insulted? I doubted it. Uncomfortable, maybe, about the fact that she was in the same group as someone who used a metaphor that had been a familiar part of the culture for nearly seventy years. I wrote back to her:

Did you think that the Johnny Depp movie was insulting? Jingoist? How so? The LR and Tonto on TV were good friends, and all of the bad guys that I can remember were white men. I used “Tonto” and “Scout” in the headline rather than “I am scouting for” to help people remember that Scout was the name of Tonto’s horse.

It is very hard to get people to read emails in this day and age, and I really care about reviving face-to-face bridge. I would not want to eliminate about half of the possible metaphorical references from my youth.

I am sorry that you did not like my choice of metaphors. I don’t get paid for this. I just do it because I love the game.

She did not reply. I received one other email in the same vein from Butch Norman:

If I am the only one to comment on your use of the pejorative word “Tonto”, then I guess it is my problem. However, if I am not, then you do have a problem that needs to be addressed. The Native American definition of “onto” is “idiot, fool, stupid”. 

I was surprised to learn this. Actually, the Native Americans have a very large number of languages. I didn’t have any idea which one Tonto spoke. here was my response:

One other, so far. I certainly did not intend to insult Native Americans. To me Tonto was a TV character who caught bad guys in the fifties. He talked a little funny, but so did Gabby Hayes and a lot of other sidekicks. Maybe that is problematic, but I don’t see it.

Butch sent this reply:

Thanks for your reply. Please don’t apply to today the standards of what was acceptable in the 1950’s. (Amos ‘n’ Andy comes to mind. I know you to be a better person than that.

I would have been happy to argue with him about Amos Jones, but I had to admit that Andy Brown was a blockhead. What that had to do with Tonto, who, in my opinion in no way conformed to any racial stereotypes, I never did figure out. I just let it go.

Bill Segraves.

The next email that I received was from Bill Segraves, the new webmaster for the CBA. He was not on the mailing list, and so someone must have shown a copy to him. He had a very different concern:

I just saw a copy of the draft advertisement for the 750 sectional and I very strongly advise against it.

I asked my wife, a non-bridge player “how bad is this?” She said “Bad, very bad.  Do you know what Tonto means in Spanish?  It means stupid.” I loved the Lone Ranger when I was a child, but we live in different times.

PS – if this fell into the wrong hands, it would be potentially very damaging publicity for Connecticut bridge.  This is not how we want to make our appearance in the newspapers.

I don’t know why he thought that what he saw was a “draft”.

I blame Miss Goldsich.

In the seventh grade at Queen of the Holy Rosary School in Overland Park, KS, I had a class Spanish, but I don’t think that Miss Goldsich ever drilled us on the twelve words in Spanish that mean “stupid”.

I checked my text again to be certain. All of the rest of the email was in English. Of what importance was it to anyone what one of the words meant in Spanish?

I could not let the claim in the PS go unanswered. Did he really think that someone was going to report us to the thought police in the media over this email? I sincerely hoped that they would! If they did, they would be required to let me respond, and I was quite sure that the CBA would come out very well in such an exchange.

Peter Marcus.

The President of the CBA, Peter Marcus, asked me to put the email on hold. It was too late for that, as I explained:

718 people have opened this email. Only two complained. I responded to both of them. Only eight people unsubscribed, a very small number. 32 people clicked on the link to the flyer. The content was approved by Linda Starr, the HBC director who is managing the project. She said that it was “great”.

I think that this is a tempest in a teapot, and everyone I asked at the HBC today agreed with me.

Peter’s response was typical of his bombastic communication style:

So, first, a small story/analogy.  It is customary in the Jewish faith to name a child after an important dead relative.  Sadly, my father’s father died 7 years before I was born, so, in a normal situation, it would have been automatic that I was given his name.  It was a perfectly good name when he “got it” long before, and there was no problem with it at that time.

Yet, I was born in 1955, and my grandfather was Adolf Marcus.  As you can imagine, the number of new “Adolfs” in 1955, particularly in a Jewish home, was pretty small.

The point is, something that was totally normally in 1900 was completely unacceptable in 1955.  Obviously, if my father had named me Adolf he wouldn’t do it to offend anyone or for a bad reason, he would do it to honor his father.  But, motives and intent didn’t matter; it was wrong and no amount of “good intent” could make it right.

I too grew up in the era of The Lone Ranger, watched it as a kid, and, between being desensitized to any bad undertones and living in the society at the time, it became part of my “normal world.”  It was not widely seen as wrong back then, at least to a small child in the early 60s, so it entered my mind and environment as totally normal.

But, we grow up, we advance, we learn from our mistakes.  What was societally acceptable in 1960 or, for that matter, 1860, is seen as wrong in 2023.  Much of this comes from how we grew up and the people around us.  And, while my parents didn’t express any concerns about the stereotypes in The Lone Ranger, they constantly reminded me not to repeat anything that I heard when we visited my mother’s parents, both of whom were of Southern society from the late 1800’s and thought nothing of using “the N word” in every day conversation.  To them, that was normal, what they grew up with, and they wouldn’t understand how anyone could see that as wrong.  But, thankfully, my parents had advanced from that mindset.

Mike has called this “a tempest in a teapot” and that is a fair view in some ways.  But, it is also the view of people who aren’t part of the stereotyping of Tonto, Kemosabe, etc.  People with that background may see it as more than that, as well as others who don’t have that background but understand that there are analogous things that could be said about whatever their ethic, religious, national, or cultural background is that they would find much more than “a tempest in a teapot.”

But, even if that is true, so what?  Are we “proud” that, in less than 12 hours, 2 people expressed complaint and 8 unsubscribed?  What will those numbers be 24 hours from now?  And, even if the protest is miniscule, what happens when this gets more public exposure?  Do we really want to read about this in Bridge Winners, or get a call from ACBL headquarters, let alone if this reached a wider audience?  As unlikely as it is, I really don’t want, as President of the CBA, to be explaining to a Hartford Courant reporter that we just see this as “a tempest in a teapot.”

At the same time Peter sent the following email to the officers of the CBA, with cc’s to Donna, Bill Segraves, and me.

I am sending this to just the CBA Officers and asking for as quick as possible your input/view on what has happened and what we should do.

Attached below is an ad for the March NLM sectional being held at the Hartford Bridge Club.  This is a tournament that was quite successful pre-pandemic and is targeting the very players who seem to have stepped away from face-to-face bridge.  So, we really want this to be a big success and have begun advertising it.  This started with an email to a fairly wide audience (a little over 700 people) who are eligible to play in it and live in the greater CT area.  The contents of the email are below.

When this was brought to my attention, I immediately sent a note and left a phone message asking to hold off on sending this out, but it had already been sent.  We have so far received few comments;  2 people complained, not sure who, and 8 people requests to be unsubscribed from our email distribution, both relatively small numbers.  But, of course, that is in just the last 12 hours during which time most people were probably asleep, so who know what will happen in the next day or two.

A small group of players in the Hartford area saw this and thought it was a very effective ad.  And, in many ways, it is.  So, there was no serious concern raised about it.

But, I did get input from someone and, when I saw it, and then passed it by some other people I respect and they saw it as a very, very serious problem.  While it is true that people of my generation and my ethnic background watched The Lone Ranger and saw nothing bad about it, that was when I was 6 and we lived in a different society.  In reality, this was a very bad show (Tonto is the Spanish word for fool or idiot) and, back then, the respect shown to Native Americans was so non-existent that the TV producers had to hire a Caucasian actor with heavy make-up, since it was just “known” that American society wasn’t ready for an honest depiction of a Native American.  Sadly, that view extended to many other groups seen as “lesser” by mid-20th century America.  But, the fact that it was customary and normal doesn’t mean it isn’t seriously offensive in 2023.

Below is an email I have written to apologize for this ad.  I am asking the officers for quick feedback on two issues

1) The apology itself and any rewording you want to suggest

2) How widely do we disseminate it, to just the people who got the email or to a wider audience, such as the CBA membership and/or the website

As to the 2nd issue, I can make arguments on both sides.  Wider distribution will just put this in front of more eyes who may be offended.  Lesser distribution can look like an attempt to “sweep it under the rug.”  Sadly, by the time we learn which of these is correct, it will be too late to actually do that.

Anyway, please get back to me as soon as you can.  I really would like to address this today, if at all possible before 12:00-1:00 so we can get something out before we start to get more negative feedback.  As I have said to someone, as unlikely as this may be, the last thing we really want is for the President of the CBA to be interviewed by a reporter for the Hartford Courant.

Two things about this are noteworthy: 1) I sent the email to Rhode Island, Central Mass, and Western Mass, not just CT; 2) Peter did not ask the officers whether they thought it was a good idea to send the apology; he just asked them to comment on the wording.

Despite Peter’s claim that it might be considered “sweeping it under the rug”, the three other officers said that the apology should only be sent to the addressees. One proposed a change in the wording. I had a different take.

So, the standard now is “can be offensive”? Who judges that? I am not only offended but insulted by this entire process. Can I veto it?

By the way, the people whom I informed about the two complaints asked me if I told them where to cram it. I did not. I responded politely, as I always do.

If anyone was actually personally offended (as opposed to imagining that others might be offended), which I doubt, I will be happy to apologize to them face-to-face with great sincerity. However, I would insist that they tell me what about this totally innocuous character (other than his name, which in a language not spoken by either major character is one of the twelve words for “stupid”) they find threatening or even discomfiting. I never heard of Tontophobia, and I doubt that more than a minuscule portion of the target audience has. Tonto merchandise and reminiscences are all over the Internet. I have never heard of anyone complaining about them. I can understand, to an extent, Bill Cosby being upset about Andy Brown and Kingfish, but I cannot understand anyone getting upset about Tonto.

I am as woke as anyone. I think that the rest of us owe an unimaginable debt to Native Americans. However, I think that it is a huge mistake to make any more of this. Two complaints out of 719 opens is a very small number. Believe me; I have read every single response to the more than a million emails that I have sent promoting bridge.

I also think that it is a terrible idea to try to rein me in. I have a proven track record over this last decade of grabbing people’s attention and getting them to tournaments.

Frankly, I would welcome any attention drawn by outsiders to the campaign. They would be forced to let me respond, and I would emphasize how hard it is to get people’s attention, how innocuous Tonto’s behavior is, and how important it is to get out our message.

Peter responded in his usual way.

I am sending this to you alone.  If you want me to expand the audience, I will.

1) No, you cannot veto it.  I am sorry if you feel offended by the process.  That was never the intent, but, if it had that effect, I apologize for that.  I am not telling you that you are wrong to be offended, the fact that you feel it is real, just as offense at the email is real.  But, I can be sorry that I had a part in making you feel that way, and I am.

2) Not sure I understand your comment about “…where to cram it.”  I have no doubt that you handled any complaints fairly and professionally.  My primary interest in knowing who they are is, if there is an escalation by them, I would know they were “the original two” and not new concerns.

3)  Actually offended, yes.  Obviously you do not feel that way, nor does Linda, and likely others who helped develop it at HBC.  But, under the heading of who were offended, we have

me

Bill Segraves

Sue Miguel (when I asked for her opinion if this was an issue, since I didn’t want to over-react based on my personal feeling alone, she immediately called me back and screamed “Are you out of your mind!!”)

Gail Marcus (twice CEO of half-billion dollar corporations who has experience with unintended but negative publicity)

I would also note that none of the CBA officers–Phyllis, Deb or Cindy–made even a suggestion that apologizing for this wasn’t necessary. 

You ask what is offensive about this.  I will speak for myself alone.  The first think I thought of, when I learned what Tonto means, is, as I was watching my tv when I was 6 and enjoying The Lone Ranger, what was the little 6 year old in the next apartment, whose parents came from Puerto Rico and spoke fluent Spanish, thinking as he saw a tv character called “Fool.”  Another group of people who lived in America (actually the first who lived in America) being insulted by American society, in this case, the TV industry.  This was what offended me as an individual, and it was a profound sorrow.

As to your record, I have to be one of the most understanding of that since my tenure being involved in these tournaments is the longest.  It is true, you have been outstanding at the technical issues of publicizing tournaments.  But more importantly, your copy, particularly for district emails to open players, is accurate and very effective.  I very much enjoy your humor and think you do an amazing job.  But, no one is perfect and I believe this was a well-intended but real error.  I do not see it as a concern or something for the future.  No one is trying to “…rein you in…” or even suggest that you shouldn’t use your considerable talents in marketing and humor to create bridge notices.  In fact, when someone suggested that, as President of the CBA, I should approve all CBA-related email, I rejected that concept totally.  I have complete trust in what you are doing (as I do with what Bill is doing on the website, Robin on the Kibitzer, etc.) and I have no belief that I need to approve everything or make sure there are no problems.  No one is “sitting over your shoulder.”

On a final note, sorry, but this is what I don’t understand; why is this an issue?  Linda’s email from yesterday (and a follow-up that she sent to me alone that I have chosen not to respond to) basically raise the “pc police run amuk” issue and you refer to yourself as being “as woke” as anyone.  All of these are newly introduced political terms to just feed ridiculous debates.

Even if one person was slightly offended, should we not care?  Is there really an argument being made that there was no way to publicize this tournament other than the Lone Ranger reference, that it was mandatory to use this imagery, and none other?  Why can’t we do a great job and not run the risk of offending someone?  And then, when someone is offended, rather than recognize that and address it, we get mad and raise the ante by suggesting their being offended is wrong and we shouldn’t care.  And, would we really be making this argument if the title of the email were

Imbecile Scout for Silver, Kemosabe

Because that is exactly what it says and I am sure some of the players who got it understand Spanish, let alone have Hispanic heritage.  While not Hispanic, my Grandmother was Spanish and my father’s full name, born in Berlin, was John Theodore Ricardo Roccamora Marcus.  I don’t understand Spanish (my wife does and knew immediately) but I was aghast when I learned what Tonto meant.

Bottom line: this was a good, clever, interesting idea that, in another environment, would have been exactly what it was intended to be without any excess baggage. However, we live where we live, not where we wished we lived, and, in our world, this was a mistake. It has to be recognized as such and, when there is a mistake, you apologize and move on. You don’t dwell on it, but you don’t ignore or defend it either.

I should have insisted on a change to the wording of the apology to make it clear that the decision to send it was not approved by either the Hartford Bridge Club or the Board of Directors of the CBA. I was not impressed by Peter’s attempt to appeal to authority (his wife and Sue Miguel). It was a ridiculous notion that someone writing in English must check every word in a missive against every other language’s use of that combination of letters. It was also totally ridiculous to set the level of judgment as the potential that one person might be offended. I WAS personally offended by the apology. Why was my actual offense ignored in favor of fear of the imagined offense of some vague group?

Peter then sent me one of his shortest emails ever: “When you send out the email, could you add me (or make me a cc) for it, so that I know it has gone out.  In the unlikely event that I hear about this independently, I would like to know if that happens before or after someone sees the follow-up.”

My response was even shorter: “Who said that I was sending out a follow-up?”

He sent me another long email. The important part was “In response to your latest question, ‘Who said I was sending a follow-up?’  the answer is me, President of the CBA.”

Of course, I knew that he was the president. I had attended meetings of the CBA for over ten years. The president presided at those meetings. I never heard of any other president ordering anyone to do anything. Peter had the only copy of the bylaws that anyone knew about, but I seriously doubted that the president had authority to order anything.

I responded simply: “I never agreed to send this, and I am not in charge of communications for the unit. I am absolutely convinced that this is just opening a can of worms for no good reason.”

His next email was another long one. The key paragraph was this: “I do not care what you are convinced of.  I am the President of the CBA and I am instructing you to send this to the same distribution list that you send the Tonto email to.”

I wasn’t impressed. I wrote back: “What gives you the right to order me to do anything? I am convinced that this Is unnecessary and potentially counterproductive. I refuse to do it.”

Cindy Lyall (right).

An email from Cindy Lyall, the treasurer of the CBA and daughter of Rich DeMartino3, put things in a different light: “Hi – just seeing if we have sent out an ‘apology’ yet.  If we have not, and only received 2 ‘complaints’, are we sure it’s necessary?  Don’t want us to exacerbate the ‘situation’ unnecessarily. “

Peter ignored this attempt to cool things down and instead sent the following:

At your convenience, find a dictionary and look up the meaning of the word President.

Since you claimed not to be responsible for communications for the unit, by what authority did you author and send this out?  There never was a vote of the CBA Board not approval from the Officers.  While the tournament may be run at the HBC, it is a unit function, not an HBC function, and the unit has responsibility for the tournament.

However, I have no interest in fighting with you.

You will send out the email apology as I instructed to the entire distribution list, copying me, and you will send me a copy of that distribution list to me as well.  This will go out before 5PM today.

Failing that

1) I will develop a list and send it myself.

2) I will inform D25 that, as President of the CBA, you are no longer on the D25 Executive Committee.

3) I will bring a motion at the CBA meeting on Thursday that you be removed from the CBA Board.

4) As District Tournament Coordinator, I will not sanction the tournament, so there will be no tournament to advertise.  I believe it is not in the interest of the CBA, ACBL or bridge to be associated with a tournament that appears to associate itself with offensive imagery and language and then refuses to correct it. Your call.

I was not afraid of the CBA board. I had a lot more experience working with them than Peter did. I knew how they thought. On the other hand, I did not want to be removed from the Executive Committee, which had become dominated by people who had very different ideas about how to resurrect bridge after the pandemic.

I took a different approach with my next email:

I asked for permission to use the CBA letterhead before the Orange tournament for which I drafted two emails because the CBA’s emails were so meh.

I will be happy to send you a spreadsheet with the names and email addresses of the people to whom I sent the email, but I will not participate in any apology or retraction. If you want to do those other measures, go ahead. I won’t like it, and I think that they are stupid moves. The only things that I live for are my cat, who is dying, my wife, who has a half dozen chronic illnesses, and face-to-face bridge. This does not affect the first two, but I am convinced that it is bad for the last. I also find it unbearably humiliating.

Peter responded with this:

Fine, please send me the distribution list.  Since the email does not come from your account and would be over my name not yours, your intransigence in this matter mystifies me but it is what it is.  Given that, I would welcome you changing your mind and doing the purely mechanical function of sending the email to end this disagreement.  Failing that…

I will inform Carolyn Weiser that you are no longer on the D25 Executive Committee.

You can either send me an email with your resignation from the CBA Board or, on Thursday, I will bring a motion for your removal per the CBA by-laws.

Since you are providing me with the distribution list, I will not do anything to impact the tournament itself.  There is no good reason to harm 50-100 bridge players4 because of your position.

It took me a few hours to produce the spreadsheet that I sent to him. In his next email he expressed sympathy for the condition of Bob the cat and asked me if I intended to resign. I ignored the former and answered his question in the negative.

At this point Peter sent a copy of the emails that we had exchanged to all of the members of the CBA board. He included the following text:

I am sorry, this is not a pleasant issue to raise. Over the last few days, I have been dealing with an email, sent out under CBA auspices, advertising the March 26 NLM sectional at the Harford Bridge Club. This has engendered a long series of email back and forth between myself and the other CBA Officers – Phyllis, Cindy and Deb, Mike Wavada and Linda Starr and Bill Segraves. It concerns the advertising copy for this tournament and the issue that I and a number of other people found it inappropriate if not offensive. This email was sent to about 1350 NLMs in CT and surrounding units.

As President, and with the input of the Officers, I generated a follow-up email, apologizing for the content and sent over my name and contact information. Linda and Mike objected and didn’t want me to send it, believing the email was not an issue and that sending an apology would bring more attention to it. I and others felt that this was the kind of issue that, as unlikely as it might be, could explode on social media and other venues and that the best approach was to be forth wright, apologize and move on. As CBA President, I was willing to “take the heat” and did not expect Mike or anyone else involved in its creation to be publicly criticized or humiliated.

Yet, over the past few days, Mike, who had the distribution list that it was sent to, has categorically refused, despite my request and then my instruction as President, to send out the apology.  He has, finally, sent me the distribution list and I have sent out the apologies (you all received one), despite the fact that this caused some havoc with my personal email due to the volume being sent.

While we can disagree on the severity of this issue, I maintain that there is no setting in which offending even a small number of players is good when other imagery and wording could have been used which would offend no one.  I have also been accused of being part of “PC cops run amuk [sp]”, having no authority to make this decision, etc.  I did decide to move forward without the full Board, because of concerns about the timing, but did involve and get at least tacit agreement from the other officers.

Sadly, I cannot accept having Mike Wavada on the Board with his repeated refusals and hostile attitude towards my role as President.  

Therefore, per CBA By-Laws 6.12(b) – Removal –  An At-large representative may be removed by an affirmative vote of the Board of Directors, 

as Mike is one of the 4 at-large representatives, I am requesting a vote on his removal from the CBA Board be held at Thursday’s meeting.

It should be noted that, while there are very specific rules concerning removal of a District Representative Board members, including certified notice 30 days before the Board meeting (ByLaw 6.12(a)), that is not true for at large representatives, who per by-law 6.6(f), “…shall service at the will of the President and the Board of Directors.”

Attached are 8 .pdf files, numbered 0-7, the first (#0) showing the original email advertisement for the tournament that is the subject of concern, and the next 7 being copies of emails (I believe complete showing all correspondence to which I was a party).  In each case, I have put the name of the person sending the email in red, so you can more easily follow the discussions.

Obviously, this is not a pleasant request, as I have know and worked with Mike for many years.  But, given the exchanges over the last few days, I do not see any alternative.

Feel free to call or email as you wish.  My next email will be the ZOOM instructions for the meeting.

The only word that upset me in this email was “finally”. I had set to work on preparing the spreadsheet as soon as I sent the email promising to do so. It involved exporting the “audience” from MailChimp to my PC. I had not done this for several years and never using Chrome, which is the browser I used when working on my free account. Chrome displayed the page in a way that threw me off. It also has a totally different way to handle downloads than Firefox, which I had previously used. I did not dawdle. It took a few hours to figure this out, find the extract file, unzip it, load the file for the subscribers into the spreadsheet program, remove all of the columns except the email addresses, save it as a csv file, and send it to Peter.

Peter did not ask for anyone’s opinion on the matter, but the response was overwhelming. Jan Rosow’s was the first to arrive:

I am against Mike Wavada being removed.  His articles have no malicious intent and are creative with researched pictures.  I am sorry that this is overblown in my opinion. Mike has given countless hours of volunteering and web site creation and it would be a  Major loss not to have him on the Board!  

Someone whom I did not know named Marsha Scherr sent me a very nice email. I have included a photo that she embedded in it:

Clicking on the above image will take you to the story that inspired Marsha.

Hi.  I feel a need to write to you to say I’m sry you got grief from people who, in my opinion, are uninformed about The Lone Ranger, Tonto, and the whole Lone Ranger cult.  Of course I’m talking about anyone over the age of 60.  My friends and I have had an email exchange and we feel similarly.  We were all Lone Ranger fans.  We girls had Lone Ranger lunch boxes, etc.  Girls loved the sexy Lone and appreciated the friendship of Silverheels.  I think all kids understood we were watching 2  friends who trusted one another, who were from different cultures, & worked together to get the bad guys (& I sort of remember the bad guys were white guys).

Silver was a euphemism in the days of Tonto and the Lone.   You made it a meme so kudos to you

PS:  Please add my name to distribution list of CT Bridge

Take care & don’t let the naysayers get to you.

This was followed by supportive emails from Esther Watstein, Deb Noack, and Roger Caplan. Others must have called Peter. This long defense of his conduct was in his inimitable style.

I am sending this directly to the 5 people on the Board who have responded to me directly, copying the other Board members. Obviously, for those who have not responded so far, your views are welcome and appreciated.

Let me make my position very clear.

Mike Wavada is an extremely valuable resource.  As I said in one of my emails, I probably know this better than almost anyone as he has served as the communications chair and webmaster of D25 for many years and we have worked together quite successfully.  I also wrote that I have seen dozens of examples of Mike’s authoring publicity for tournaments that is creative, funny and very effective and I have told him and others that many times.  Someone suggested that, in addition to expressing the CBA’s apology for this email, I should tell Mike that he could not send out any future unit-based communications without my prior approval. I rejected this concept totally.  However, ill-advised I believe the “Tonto” email was, Mike has, as he has said, a long track-record of excellent communications and one email, if it is unfortunate, cannot wipe out a long history of excellence.

I personally feel the “Tonto” ad was a mistake, not intentional and not malicious, but a mistake nonetheless.  I did not come to the decision to act on this view based on my personal opinion; in fact, I asked a number of bridge players their view to see if I was over-reacting and, to a person, was told that this was totally inappropriate.

Someone (apologies, but I believe it was Roger, best wishes to your daughter) commented on his view that this should have gone before the entire Board.  That is certainly a valid view but, in my opinion, not logistically workable until Thursday and taking action that far away would not be effective.  And, I did, and do, believe that action was necessary.  So, I did bring into the discussion the other Officers; none suggested doing nothing and Deb was kind enough to rewrite and significantly improve what I had originally written.  From this, I believe I was acting with the support of the Officers.

As I have said, I do not want to wade into the offensive/woke debate.  I do not believe that this email is about either.  Mike wrote that he would welcome responding to people who were offended.  Personally, my goal is to not offend people who will want a response.  While I do know that people can be offended by anything (a friend told me of neighbors who are offended at one of them flying the American flag from their porch), I think minimizing such offense has to be a reasonable goal of any organization.  It is with this in mind that I believe the “Tonto” email was unnecessary.

For the record, I believe I sent out something like 1300 emails and have so far received a total of 4 responses, two of them thanking me for addressing an offensive email and two of them telling me, in basically so many words, “To get a life.”  I have responded to all, thanking them for taking the time to express themselves.

Anyone involved in media knows that, if you get a small number of replies, there are a lot of people who feel the same way who don’t bother to write, so I am sure there were many people who were not offended and some who were.  However, I believe that, if the imagery were a silver mine, or a silver tea service, or anything else silver, there would have been none offended.  Wouldn’t that be better, particularly when we are working overtime to try to get people back and cannot afford to lose even a small number of players?

But, I do not believe this is now about the “Tonto” ad.  It is about the roles on the CBA Board.  After consultation with the Officers, I wrote to Mike to send out a communication to the members expressing the view of the President and the Officers.  While Mike wrote that he was not the Board Communication Chair, the original email was sent over his name and I did not see any email from Mike to Ken with the proposed copy or Ken’s approval as Communications Chair.

I could understand if I had told Mike to send this out over his name, basically making him publicly apologize for “his mistake.”  But that was never the case, and all he as asked to do was “push the computer button” that would send out the emails.    If Mike has the information of whom he sent email to, and the President asks him to send an email to that audience, particularly after the other Officers have been involved so this is not “a President run amok,” I expect him to do it.  If Mike, or anyone on the Board, has the authority to flatly refuse to do this, then the President is no longer the President.  It is for this reason, not for the original copy, not because Mike (and others) felt it wasn’t offensive, and not because he (and others) expressed their disagreement to me in ways that I found offense (I am a “big boy” [in man ways] and have heard a lot worse things said about me, just ask any ACBL Board of Directors member), that I requested Mike’s removal from the Board.

I have repeatedly written to Mike that I am sorry if he disagrees with what I did.  I have never meant to offend him, impugn his work or anything else.  If Mike will write to the Board that he apologizes for the way he handled this, not the original email but his refusal to send out the communication that I sent him, and accept that I had the right to ask him to send it, then I will withdraw my suggestion that he be removed from the CBA Board.  That will allow us to put this in the rearview mirror and move forward.

The “Push a button” comment was not accurate. Peter was ordering me to use my personal email account to send an email that I was convinced would be both humiliating to me and more likely to be counterproductive than not for reasons that I had already explicated. The idea would not have been as innocuous or anonymous as he depicted:

  1. My email address (Mike@Wavada.org) would be listed on each mail. It was probably the most famous email address among bridge players in New England. If I changed the setting for this one message, it would increase the probability of being flagged as spam. I had twice faced dealing with being blacklisted. I took great pains to avoid that possibility.
  2. My home address was listed at the bottom of each email.. I doubt that I would have remembered to change it. This would be another red flag.
  3. My experience told me that a good number of people would unsubscribe if only because it came so soon after the previous message. I needed to use this account for planned future emails for this event and others.
Linda Starr.

Linda Starr, who at the time was also on the CBA Board, wrote the following shortly after receiving Peter’s email.

Regarding the Tonto issue itself, you might be interested in some facts. If so, you can check out the Wikipedia entry on Tonto, in which it says: “The radio series identified Tonto as a chief’s son in the Potawatomi nation. The choice to make Tonto a Potawatomi seems to come from station owner George Trendle’s youth in Mullett Lake, Michigan. Located in the northern part of the Midwest, Michigan is the traditional territory of the Potawatomi, and many local institutions use Potawatomi names. Trendle gained the name “Tonto” from the local Potawatomi, who told him it meant “wild one” in their language.” Note that Tonto, whatever it means in Spanish, is not and never was taken from the Spanish language. Wikipedia goes on to say,”in the Spanish dubbed version, the character is called “Toro” (Spanish for “bull”) or “Ponto”. I found this information on several other sites as well, but this was the most concise.

Also, on Britannica, it says, “Tonto was identified in some stories as a member of the Potawatomi tribe and was presented as principled, virtuous, and fiercely loyal. Despite his stunted English, he was also portrayed as both intelligent and wise.” 

So perhaps with a little research and greater early communication with the entire board, we might have simply decided to provide this information to anyone who was offended and let them decide for themselves if Tonto was, in fact, an unflattering and “horribly offensive” representation of Native Americans. 

Beyond those facts, and whatever you choose to believe about the appropriateness of Tonto, I believe the request to remove Mike from the board or of subjecting him to any further repercussions is … honestly, I simply lack appropriate words to respond to this proposal. We all know the tremendous amount of great work Mike has done on a volunteer basis to support and promote bridge in New England for many years. And in this case, as is characteristic of Mike, he simply stood up for what he believed despite enormous pressure. I admire him for it.

PS: Just as I was about to hit Send to this email, I received Peter’s latest email. I do NOT believe Mike owes anyone an apology. This just goes on and on.

Peter must have received negative feedback from others. At this point he decided to resign as president! Here is how he did it.

(I am copying Rich DeMartino since he initially approached me and asked if I would be willing to be put on the nominating slate for CBA President.)

I am sending this to you as the Vice-President.  As of Tuesday, January 31, I will be resigning as President of the CBA.  The way the organization and the Board is responding, not just to the original email, which I agree was well-meant but unfortunate, but then to the response by people like Mr. Wavada and Ms. Starr, is not one that I feel I can properly represent.

Things that need to be done:

1) I am a CT representative to the D25 Executive Committee, and the next week is in two weeks.  Phyllis will need to appoint a replacement (Mike Wavada is the other CT representative).  You need to communicate your choice to Carole Weiser, D25 Secretary.

2) Cornelia Guest resigned as tournament coordinator, send me information about the church for a sectional, and they have written to me.  You need to contact them so they will contact you and not me.  You will also need to appoint a new Unit Tournament Coordinator.

3) You need to inform the ACBL of the change in officers so they will send future emails to the correct individuals.

4) If you wish to have the Board meeting I called for this Thursday, someone will need to set up the ZOOM meeting and send out the invitation information.

I wish you all the best.  I was hoping this would be an enjoyable and beneficial relationship for me and the CBA and a return to the unit that I served for so long.  Sadly, it appears that cannot be the case.

I did not want this outcome. Several of my open projects required assistance from him in his other roles. I had no relationship with the vice-president, Phyllis Hartford. I did not know her very well, but I doubted that she wanted the job under these circumstances.

Rich DeMartino.

I received a telephone call from Rich DeMartino. He told me that he thought that this issue had gotten “way out of proportion”, which was in accord with my “tempest in a teapot” comment in the beginning. At his request I sent him this email concerning whether I could continue working with Peter.

I have no objection. I consider Peter one of the most talented and the most generous person that I have ever met. I have worked closely with him on several projects, some of which are still ongoing. It would be a lot easier for me if he agreed to continue and let bygones be bygones.

I am only speaking for myself.

Peter asked to talk to me on the phone about continuing to work together. I said that I really hated to talk on the phone, but I provided my cell number if he thought it was best. Instead he sent this email.

I want to express my concern, sadness and regret at how events have unfolded over the last week. Specifically.

1) I do not and never have blamed you or felt you did something wrong in creating the image and copy of the email notice for the Hartford I/N sectional.  I did, and do, feel that some will find it offensive and do not believe it is effective to advertise a bridge tournament by offending anyone.  

2) While I am new to the CBA, I have worked with you for many years at the district-level and seen your excellence at developing tournament marketing.  Your words and pictures have always been not only effective but creative and funny.  I have repeatedly told you that before many tournaments.

3) Nonetheless, for this latest email, I felt that something more was needed, so I worked with the other CBA officers to develop a follow-up email, which was actually written by Deb Noack, improving on the one I originally wrote.  I believe sending this out had the support of all the Officers and I believe, with the support of the officers, I had every right to expect this email to be sent out on behalf of the CBA.

3) The message did not in any way implicate you nor criticize you or anyone else.  It would have come from the CBA, not your personal account over my signature so, to the extent that there was embarrassment, it would have fallen on me, not anyone else.

4) I asked you, as the expert in using the email system and the originator of the distribution list for the Hartford tournament, to send this subsequent email to the same audience.

5) When you repeatedly refused to do so, I reacted angrily by proposing your removal from the CBA Board.  This was a serious over-reaction and I apologize for doing it and for any negative implications it had.

I hope you will accept this sincere apology and we can move forward collaboratively.

“See” you this Thursday.

My reply was, as usual, much shorter:

There was no need to apologize. I don’t hold anything that you did against you.

You certainly had a right to send the apology. I had reasons for not wanting to send it myself, but I did not express them. I apologize for that. I tried to get the list to you as rapidly as I could, but I had never done that in Chrome (which is what I use for CBA stuff), and I could not find the file that I had exported for almost an hour.  I am also sorry that I did not ask you or someone from the board to review the original email.

Most of all I am sorry that this whole mess caused a battle of wills between two people who need to be on the same side in the fight to prolong the future of face-to-face bridge.  

A lot of people approached me at the club in the ensuing weeks to tell me that they were sorry that I had to endure this. I did not say so, but in fact the only thing that really bothered me was the prospect of being removed from the D25 Executive Committee.

Epilogue: I received one more mild complaint. Lynn Thomas, whom I did not know, wrote me that the email was “very un-PC”. I asked her who would be offended. She replied “the entire Native American community”.

I sent this email to her:

I have researched this and seen absolutely no statistical evidence for your claim. Are Native Americans offended by James Fenimore Cooper’s secondary character of Chingachgook, the Last of the Mohicans? Do you think that it is impossible for a writer to create an inoffensive character of a different race, nationality, or gender? Tonto was beloved by millions of Americans, and merchandise that features him is still all over the Internet.

I think that Tonto’s character stands on its own. He was as close to a flawless individual as I can imagine, and he was portrayed on TV by a Native American, Jay Silverheels. His grammar wasn’t great, but obviously English was not his native tongue. If he is compared to anyone, it should be to the other sidekicks, who were always quirky and sometimes buffoons. My firm opinion is that we should not cancel the character of Tonto.

And his horse, Scout, was just as cool as Silver, and he didn’t rear all the time.

I should have also emphasized that Tonto really rocked those buckskins.

The clue for 8 Down was “The Lone Ranger’s Companion”.

Linda Starr had the last word: “From Monday night’s (actually Tuesday’s, I think) NYT online crossword puzzle. I was so offended, I could barely finish the puzzle. I hope the press doesn’t get hold of this!!!”


The Limited Sectional that the original email promoted was very successful. You can read about it here.


1. I maintained a relational database that contained one record for everyone in the ACBL from 2014 on. I also had a free MailChimp account that allowed me to send emails to several thousand people at a time, and I was allowed to use two lists. One list I used several times per week for the Simsbury Bridge Club. The other I used for this project.

2. NLM is short for non-Life Master. The rank of Life Master had several criteria, one was the earning of 75 silver masterpoints. All points at sectional tournaments were silver. Other opportunities for receiving them were rare.

3. Rich DeMartino was a legend in the CT bridge community. He held the highest rank in the ACBL, Grand Life Master, and had won a World Championship. He was District Director of New England for many years. Both Peter and I had worked closely with him and held him in very high regard.

4. The actual attendance, even excluding the considerable number of volunteers from the HBC, was considerably more than the upper limit that Peter mentioned.

2008-2019 Partners at the Hartford Bridge Club Part 1

Regular partners at the HBC. Continue reading

Preparation: For several years I have maintained a spreadsheet that contained one line per bridge partner. I only kept track of ones with whom I had played at least one complete session at a sanctioned game. I also had bookmarked the ACBL’s web page that contained the records of club games. However, when I started working on this entry, I was disappointed to discover that the link no longer worked. So, I have needed to rely on my memory more than I hoped.

This document contains stories about partnered with whom I played several times. Part 2 (posted here) describes the ones that I met through the mentoring program or the High-Low game on Sundays and people that I only played with once or twice.


The HBC: The Hartford Bridge Club (HBC) was founded in 1931. It is the oldest continuously operating bridge club in North America. Its headquarters since October 1995 has been at 19A Andover Drive in West Hartford. I played my first game at the club and became a member on January 1, 2008. My partner that afternoon was Dick Benedict (introduced here), with whom I had been playing on Wednesday evenings at the Simsbury Bridge Club (SBC) for several years. At the time the club was charging $30 for a membership. The table fee was $5 for members and $6 for others. At the time I had only been playing in Simsbury. I joined the HBC because I had been asked to play in the games it ran on Tuesday evenings and Saturday afternoons. So, I figured that if I kept to that schedule all year1, it would be a good dealT


Tom Gerchman.

The person who asked me to play was Tom Gerchman. In preparation for playing with him I taught myself thirteen conventions that I had found in a book by William S. Root and Richard Pavlicek. I also bought Michael Lawrence’s CD about 2/1 (pronounced “two over one”), the set of bidding principles used by most players at the HBC and at tournaments. He had played 2/1 with his previous partner, Mary Witt2, and I eventually persuaded him to play it with me as well. At this point I knew enough conventions to be comfortable playing with nearly any new partner.

Tom drove a red BMW convertible. Between 2008 and 2023 he has purchased several new cars. Each one was a red BMW convertible. The license plate was GERCH. On trips he liked to drive, but the back seat was uninhabitable. If we were playing in a team game, the BMW was not big enough to hold four people. He borrowed his mother’s car.

I soon discovered that Tom wanted to play with me because Mary had resigned from their partnership. She wasn’t angry at him; she just did not like sitting across the table from him. I learned this when Tom and I played in a knockout with Mary and Ruth Tucker3 as teammates in the regional tournament in Danbury, CT. We made it to the semifinals of our bracket. After we had been eliminated Tom kept telling Ruth, “I got you gold!”

That evening the four of us went out for supper. I learned at that meal that Ruth had been a small child in Nazi Germany during the Kristallnacht in 1938. She was surprised that I knew quite a bit about the event. I had read about it when I had researched the backgrounds of two popes4, Pius XI and Pius XII, who had both been in Germany during Hitler’s rise to power. Tom had never heard of it.

For quite some time I enjoyed playing with Tom for several reasons. The first was that he liked to go to tournaments, and so did I. In addition, he was still working5, which meant that he could only play in evening games, and on weekends and holidays. That schedule conformed to mine. However, he was an avid golfer. So, in nicer weather he played less bridge. I also like the fact that he was not averse to learning new conventions. Bidding has always been my favorite aspect of the game.

At the SBC Tom occasionally played with his mother, Sue. He was sometimes pretty hard on her when she made mistakes. Wen she died in 2012 (obituary here) I was still playing regularly with Tom, and I went to her wake. I was the only bridge player who attended, but a number of Tom’s golf buddies were there.

After the evening games Tom and a small group of the other players went to the Corner Pug in West Hartford to discuss the hands and drink. Tom might have eaten a very late supper. I don’t think that he cooked, and he was not married.

It took me a while to realize it, but Tom definitely was obsessive-compulsive in some ways. For example we played together on two separate days at the NABC held in Boston in 2008. I discovered that he had memorized in terms of minutes how long it took to get to the site of the tournament from several spots on the route. Furthermore, on the day that I drove I let him off to register us while I parked the car. He insisted that I must park in precisely the same spot that he had used on the previous day. Just to be peevish I parked in the same spot, but one floor lower.

On that occasion we played in an Open Swiss with a pair from the partnership desk. We won our first round against a team from Connecticut. After that it was one humiliating defeat after another. Our teammates were upset at us. We beat a hasty retreat after the last round.

I heard from Mary Witt that Tom read the Hartford Courant every morning and always started with the obituaries. She also said that he had a huge stack of old newspapers in his house. I never went to his house, and so I cannot verify this.

Tom was much more obsessed with the scores than I was. He was pretty hard on me at club games, but he very seldom talked during rounds at tournaments. He also stayed after club games and audited the scores. He once told me that he loved to check calculations. He confided once that he should have been an auditor.

I was still playing with Tom at the time of my Life Master parties at the HBC and the SBC in early 2010. I remember that he gave a little speech at the HBC in which he talked about my habit of sending him emails about what I thought we could have done to do better in the previous game. In my acceptance speech I thanked every single partner that I had had at that point. I thanked Tom for teaching me “that in a six-team Howell, you don’t play against the pair that you follow and the pair that follows you.”

I don’t have any great memories of playing with Tom. We did not do very well at most tournaments. Eventually, I stopped playing with him. I just could not stand the fact that he said and did the same things over and over and over and over. He also talked about the hands too much in club games while we were still playing. I found myself pounding the steering wheel while driving home after playing with him. Fifteen years later I still react negatively to the sound of his voice.

Actually, I quit twice. After the first time he persuaded me to try again. It took me very little time to realize that he was never going to change. I quit again.

I still teamed up occasionally with him for team games. We had much better results when I did not have to sit across from him.

Tom invited me and Sue to the party that he threw for himself on his sixtieth birthday. It was at a restaurant on the west side of town. He was celebrating the fact that he had survived that long. Apparently both his only brother and his father had died from heart attacks when they were in their fifties.


Michael Dworetsky.

After my partnership with Tom was dissolved, on most Tuesday evenings I played with Michael Dworetsky. He had been playing for quite a while before I returned to the world of bridge, but he had only occasionally played in tournaments. I never was quite sure why he had avoided tournaments before I began playing as his partner.

I have several vivid memories of playing with Michael. We drove to a sectional in Johnston, RI, and did well enough to finish first in the C Flight in the afternoon session of the Open Pairs. As the director read the results, I said to Michael, “Let’s see how he does with our last names.” He butchered both of them.

The most catastrophic mistake of my bridge career occurred in the penultimate round of the Flight C qualifying tournament for the Grand National Teams (GNT). We were definitely in contention when Michael made a Help Suit Game try by bidding 3. I needed to bid 4 if I thought that we could take ten of the thirteen tricks or 3 if not. I considered all that I knew about the hand and finally decided that we probably did not have enough. Unfortunately, I did not bid 3, I mistakenly passed, leaving Michael in a ludicrous club contract.

I played with Michael when he made Life Master in a sectional in Westchester County. He drove us into New York City to a deli to celebrate. I had a Reuben sandwich; he had pastrami. We had a great time, but it cost him a fortune to park the car.

He almost always drove us to tournaments. On one occasion I spilled some coffee on the rug in his car. He did not yell at me, but I knew he was upset. He had a very nice car. It was the first that I had ever been in that had a both a built-in GPS and a hand-free telephone.

One of the best calls that I ever made in bridge was when Michael and I played against two ladies, one of whom needed to win the match in order to make Life Master. I opened 1, the lady overcalled 2, Michael doubled, indicating that he had a pretty good hand with clubs and diamonds. I had six spades, five hearts that included two honors, a club, and a diamond. I passed. We took the first nine tricks. She was down four for 1100 points. She did not make Life Master that afternoon.

I gave a little speech at Michael’s Life Master party. It might have been the best speech that I ever gave. It was not as effective as Urban II’s call for a crusade in 1096, but mine got more laughs. I began by claiming that Michael was a founding member of the club in 1931. I also mentioned the hole in the sole of one of his shoes.

Michael and I played together at the NABC in the summer of 2013. I posted my recollections of this adventure here. We also flew down to the Gatlinburg Regional Tournament in Tennessee in 2013. I took notes and posted them here. We won a knockout and a lot of masterpoints there.

The house in Bloomfield in which Michael lived with his wife Ellen was struck by lightning. Eventually they moved to Palm Beach Gardens, FL, but I have seen Michael at bridge tournaments in New England a few times. He usually was playing with a teaching pro named Bob Lavin.


Dan Koepf.

The nicest person whom I ever met was Dave Landsberg. When I started playing on Tuesday evenings, Dave was playing regularly with Dan Koepf. I invited them to team up with Jerry Hirsch and me in Flight C of the GNT event one year. They accepted, and we did quite well. I then wrote to both of them to ask if either one wanted to play in a tournament with me. Dave responded positively, and we were partners and good friends right up until his death (obituary here) in 2016. In fact, he was planning on playing with me in the Cape Cod Senior Regional the week that he died. I wrote up my experiences at that tournament, including my thoughts about Dave, and posted them here.

Dave was on the HBC’s Board of Trustees, and I was not. I once asked him what the BoT meetings were like. He told me that at that time there was a big controversy over toilet paper. He said that the women on the board were complaining that the toilet paper in the ladies’ room was too flimsy. Dave informed me that his position was that we should give them better paper, but it was only fair that they should agree to pay higher table fees. I laughed for several minutes.

Dave and I won a couple of events together. The most memorable one was in Cromwell, CT, when Dave played with Kay Hill, and I played with Ginny Iannini (introduced here). I posted a photo6 of us on the District 25 website, NEBridge.org, as I did the winners of all events at D25’s regionals. When Dave’s wife Jackie saw the photo of Dave and Ginny side-by-side, she told him that he could not play with her again. When Dave told me this, we both broke out laughing. However, it made me wonder why Sue never complained about me playing with Ginny.


Pat Fliakos.

I was playing with Dave and three other people when I set the world standard for captaining a five-person team in a sectional Swiss in Auburn, MA. We were playing with Pat Fliakos,7 one of Dave’s regular partners, and a pair that we picked up at the partnership desk, Charlie Curley (introduced here) and Mike Colburn. Since Mike and Charlie were regular partners, I assigned them to play all eight rounds. Pat and Dave would play six rounds, four together and two each with me. I would play the middle four rounds. This would allow me to leave early and mow the lawn, which needed it badly. When I departed, our team’s score was slightly above average, but in my absence my four teammates won both of the last two rounds, defeating the best team in attendance in the last round. We finished third overall and first in B and C.

The accident occurred between Worcester and Springfield.

The grass did not get mowed. On the trip home my 2007 Honda was rear-ended on the Mass Pike by someone driving a rental car. I did not yet have a cellphone, but he did. He did not speak English very well, but I did. So I called 911 on his phone. After about twenty minutes a state trooper appeared. After a few minutes he told me that he had given the other man a ticket for following too closely. I already had his insurance information; he had Progressive. So, I just drove home.

A few days later a Progressive adjuster examined my car and assessed the cost to fix a small dent on one bumper at $1500. I later was contacted by someone from Avis, who had rented the car to the other driver. They said that they would accept Progressive’s assessment and asked me to settle for $2,000. I spelled my name for them, and gave them my address. The check arrived a few weeks later. Four or five years later I traded in the car. I never considered getting it fixed.

Dave’s Life Master party at the HBC was shared with Sue Rudd (introduced here). I told the above story (minus the car crash and insurance). I balanced it with the tale of the first sectional in Hamden, CT, in which Dave and I competed as partners. We finished dead last in both the morning and afternoon session. I have never heard of anyone who could match that performance.

The best time that I spent with Dave was when the two of us dined at an Italian restaurant in Hyannis, MA. I recall that I ordered the Bolognese and a glass of wine. The food was good, and the conversation was better. For some reason it was very easy to talk to and to listen to Dave. By the time that we left, we had solved the most serious of the world’s problems.

I went to Dave’s wake and the ceremony for him at Wesleyan, where he had worked. When I met Jackie, I told her that Dave really loved her. I was certain of this because he never rolled his eyes when he talked about her. I really miss him.

A photo of Dave is in the Felix Springer section of this entry.


Peter Katz and I started playing together on Saturdays and Tuesday evenings after I stopped playing with Tom Gerchman. In 2023 I still played with him whenever the HBC had a game on Saturday. We had one great showing in August of 2023, which I have documented here.

Earlier in our partnership Peter and I played together in a few sectionals that were held in the Hartford area. At one of them we happened to have the last sitout in the afternoon session, which meant that we could go home early. Before we left we picked up hand records for that session. It did not take us long to realize that some of the hands that we played did not correspond to the ones on the printout. We reported this to the director, Tim Hill. He did not tear his hair out, but I am pretty sure that I saw his bow tie spinning around.

How could this have happened? Some directors like to play “web movements” when an awkward number of pairs are playing. If, for example, thirty-eight pairs are playing, the standard way to play it would be to have two sections, one with ten tables and one with nine. Both sections would be playing nine three-board matches. Each pair would only play against nine of the other thirty-seven pairs. A web movement would allow for one very large section playing fourteen two-board rounds. This requires two identical sets of boards, and they must be handled precisely correctly, but the directors who do this are very reliable about setting them up correctly.

In this case, however, the directors were not at fault. The two sets of boards were NOT identical. I don’t know how they were able to score this, but they eventually did. The directors definitely earned their salary that day.

When I first began playing with Peter he was something of a local celebrity. He and his wife (whom I never met) attended all of the home games of the Hartford University men’s and women’s basketball teams. Peter wore outrageous wigs to the games. I never met his wife, and I only saw photos of him in his super-fan getup.

At some point in the teens the couple got divorced, and Peter stopped attending the games. The marriage must have been stressful on him. He mellowed out quite a bit after the divorce.

At first Peter and I played a version of 2/1 that was not much different from what I had played with Tom Gerchman. At some point Peter began playing on Tuesdays with one of the best players at the club, Tom Joyce. They played a version of the Kaplan-Sheinwold weak 1NT system. I agreed to learn this and play it on Saturdays with Peter. That was what we employed in our big game.

Peter served as webmaster for the HBC. In 2023 I began working with him on posting the club’s monthly calendars.


Before the Pandemic I played regularly with Felix Springer. In fact we played together (and won!) in the very last game on March 15, 2020, before the HBC closed its doors for over a year. We also played together at a few tournaments, including a week at the Fall NABC in San Francisco in 2019. We also played together on a large number of very successful teams, but I usually paired with someone else.

Felix shared his Life Master party with Ken Leopold (introduced here). They asked Dave Landsberg and me to be their teammates. Before the play started, Dave turned to me and said, “Did you read their background stories? Why are they playing with us?”

I don’t know, but it was a good idea. We won our first four rounds. In the fifth round, we faced the other unbeaten team. They had at least five times as many points as we did. It was a very close match that turned on one hand. Laurie Robbins, an excellent bridge player, and I were both West holding the same cards. We each had to make a decision similar to the catastrophic one that I had made in the GNT with Michael Dworetsky. Laurie chose to try for game and went down. I settled for the partial.

Donna Feir.

Donna Feir, the longtime club manager, said that it was the only time that she could remember that the honorees won such a game, and also the only time that they were undefeated.

Felix, as president of the HBC, guided the club through the perilous times of the Pandemic. The club had almost no income, and it still had considerable expenses. He kept everyone involved with periodic newsletter, analysis of playing bridge with robots, and walks in the park. Donna confided to me that without Felix the club probably would not have survived.

In 2022 Felix did something that I never would have expected him to do, and it hurt me deeply. The story is related here.


Ann Hudson.

Ann Hudson lived across the river form Enfield in Suffield, CT, with her husband, Randy Johnson. I thoroughly enjoyed playing with both of them. The card that they played was very sophisticated. I must admit that I had a difficult time to remember the modified Manfield responses to an opponents takeout double.

For a few years Ann and I were rather regular partners for the half of the year that Ann and Randy spent in New England. The other half of the year they lived in South Carolina. In 2022 they moved from Suffield to Hadley, MA.

The only times that I got to play at the HBC with Randy were when Ann had to cancel at the last minute. It only happened a few times. He was an exceptionally good player. We played together in the open pairs in the sectional in Great Barrington, MA, one year and won the afternoon session.

Randy Johnson.

I met Ann while I was working at the partnership desk at the NABC in Providence in 2014. After that we played together pretty regularly at sectional, regional, and NABC tournaments and occasionally at the HBC if she could get away from her chores on their mini-farm.

I usually stopped at the McDonald’s on the south side of Hazard Ave. on the way to either their house in Suffield or at the Hampton Inn that was about halfway between us. On one occasion I was sitting in my blue 2007 Honda in the parking lot while I ate my sausage biscuit with egg. I had turned off the Honda’s engine while I ate. I could not get the car to start, and I did not have a cellphone yet. I had to go in to McDonald’s to use someone’s phone to call Sue, and I had to cancel my game with Ann. If was embarrassing. The best thing about Hondas is their reliability. Mine was telling me that it was time for a trade-in, and I listened.

Ann had actually been born in China. Both of her parents were university professors. They brought her to the U.S. when Ann was very young.

In 2015 my wife Sue and I decided to fly to Denver to play in the Fall NABC. Randy and Ann also planned to attend. Ann and I decided to play in two NABC events: the 0-10,000 Swiss and the 5K Blue Ribbon Pairs.

Kathy Rolfe.

Before those events started I picked up a partner for the evening side game, Kathy Rolfe. I had met her at a previous NABC when we were both playing in the lowest level of the Life Masters Event. When we came to her table she asked me if I was related to Vic Wavada in Kansas City, and—get this—she pronounced my name correctly. It turned out that Kathy knew Vic’s wife Theresa very well, and she had mentioned that I played bridge.

Kathy and I finished near the middle in the side game. We probably should have done a little better.

I had arranged to play in the 10,000 Swiss with a woman from Arkansas named Ti Davis.8 I told her that I was 6-feet tall, grey-haired, and skinny, and I would have on my red and blue Barça hat. She was playing with an Asian woman whom she met at the partnership desk. Unfortunately, we were overmatched in the event and only won one or two rounds.

Leonardo Cima.

On the next day Ann and I teamed up with Randy and one of his regular partners to play in an Open Swiss event. In the second round we played against Leonardo Cima and Valerio Giubilo, famous players from Rome. We had a little time to talk with them before the match. They told me that they were both from Roma. I told them that it was “la mia città preferita in Italia.”

Valerio Giubilo.

In the match Giubilo made an incorrect bid on an important hand causing them to miss a slam. Cima gave him a severe dressing-down. During the rest of the match they both spoke impeccable English, but during this post mortem Cima filled the air with Italian curse words.

We won the match, but we did not do well in the event. Giubilo and Cima won over 100 points in the tournament.

In the Mini-Blue Ribbon Pairs Ann and I played as well as we have ever played. I was very excited when we made it to the second day. We played pretty well then as well, but not quite well enough.

I was too intense for Ann in the Super Senior Pairs and Mini-Blue Ribbon Pairs at the NABC in Honolulu, as described here. She was not angry at me; I think that she felt sorry for me more than anything. After the tournament she drove to the airport and drove Sue and me to Enfield. Ann and I have played together in less stressful situations a few times since then.


I played with Michael Varhalamas a few times at the Saturday game at the HBC. I also played with him at least once in a Swiss in a sectional somewhere in Westchester County. I remember that he drove us there in his truck. Our teammates were two women from, I think, New Jersey. I don’t remember their names. Michael made the arrangements.

Twice during the game he bid dicey grand slams that I had to play. I made the first one without too much difficulty. The second one, however, was in the last round and required a squeeze—not my specialty. However, I pulled it off, and we ended up with a very good score.

Michael and his wife eventually moved to Saint Petersburg. Sue and I went to a bridge game there, and my partner, Chris Person, and I played against him in the first round of a pairs game at the local club. On one hand Chris opened 1[Suit x=”C”]. I passed with three or four points and only one or two clubs. Chris had only three clubs; it was a bloodbath. Michael recommended bidding in that situation, but only over 1[Suit x=”C”], not over any other opening bid.


Connie Dube

Before the Pandemic I played fairly regularly at the HBC with Connie Dube ( pronounced DOO bee). I met her when she and Myrna Butler agreed to be teammates with Ken Leopold and me at a regional tournament. They were late for the first round. Helen Pawlowski and Sally Kirtley sat in for them for one or two hands. In case you are wondering, this was definitely not legal. Since Helen told me that Myrna was always late, I did not hold it against Connie.

Connie and I played at a few sectional tournaments. Her availability was quite limited because her husband was suffering from severe chronic illnesses. As of 2023 she has not resumed playing after the Pandemic.


Joan Brault.

At the HBC I have played with Joan Brault quite a few times when one of her regular partners, Mike (really Michele) Raviele or Aldona Siuta, could not play. We have never set the world on fire, but we have played together a few times in 2023.

Paul Pearson and I teamed up with Mike and Joan at a sectional Swiss in the Hartford area. I think that we did pretty well.

She was a very talented artist. She also had a grandson who was a pitcher/outfielder for the Pittsburgh Pirates.


Over the years I have played with Mary Eisenberg both at the HBC and at a few tournaments. She asked her to help her to get her Life Master designation at an upcoming regional tournament in Danbury, CT. We played together in club games at least twice so that we could accustom ourselves to each other’s styles. One of those was a STaC (Sectional Tournament at Clubs) game that we somehow won. We earned a lot of silver points for that, but Mary still needed a small fraction of a gold point.

Mary asked me to drive us to the tournament. She had apparently been in an automotive accident a few months earlier, and she was still shaky about driving, especially at night. I picked her up at a parking lot at a supermarket near her home. I never did understand why this arrangement was necessary, but I did not question it.

We played in the Golden Opportunity Pairs at the tournament. It was a two-session event limited to players with less than 750 masterpoints. At the time I was within a few points of the limit. So, I was not afraid of any of our competitors. It was safe to say that I had more tournament experience than any of them. Gold points were awarded to players who had a good combined score (known as “overalls”) for the two sessions, but a smaller amount of gold was also awarded to the pairs that finished first (both North-South and East-West) out of the ten in each section of ten tables for each session.

We did very badly in the morning. I remember interfering against a team playing Precision. The player with the strong hand doubled my bid, and it resulted in a four-digit score in the minus column. Mary did not play very well either. Our score was bad enough that we had very little chance of getting one of the overall awards. Mary was very disappointed. She asked me if I wanted to go home. Go home? I hadn’t driven all this way when there was still a chance of achieving the objective. I said that we just had to win our section in the afternoon session, and that was (at least from my perspective) a reasonable goal. If we played as well as well as we had in the STaC game, we would prevail easily.

We did much better in the afternoon. I have always had a pretty good feel for anticipating results. I reckoned that there was a pretty good chance that we might have won. You never knew for certain; someone may have received a lot of “gifts” from their opponents.

During the last round they posted the standings after the penultimate round. We checked it when we finished playing the last round. We were in first in our section, but only by one point. I thought back on the last round. On the first hand one of our opponents had made a grievous error that should have given us a good score. On the second hand we bid to the best contract, but Mary made some mistakes in the play. The third hand was mediocre, but we did avoid possible errors.

It took the directors nearly half an hour to post the final scores. Mary was beside herself with worry. They finally posted the scores. We tied for first place, and so we had to split the gold award with the other pair. Fortunately, that was just enough for Mary to become a Life Master.

On a good day the drive the hotel to Hartford took an hour.

The trip back to Hartford was in a downpour. However, my Honda had good tires, and so I was not much concerned with the water, and I still had pretty good vision for night driving. So, I was going the speed limit. I nonchalantly passed trucks that were going slower. Mary had to hide her face for most of the ride. She was terrified of another accident.

When we got to Hartford Mary could not remember how to get to the parking lot when coming from the west. We drove around for five or ten minutes before she got her bearings. Since I still had a half-hour drive to Enfield, I was annoyed by this.

Some months later the club sponsored a Life Master party for Mary. I gave a short speech that highlighted two aspects of her activities. At the time she often brought baked goods or other goodies to the club. She also cooked professionally. She even cooked for the Archbishop of Hartford for a while!

The other aspect was her fear of driving. I claimed that she had taken up racing on the Formula 1 circuit, and I held up a large picture of her alleged Ferrari. This reference went right over (or maybe under) Mary’s head, but a few people in the audience understood what I was talking about.


I may have played with Eric Vogel at the HBC more often than any other player. He started playing a few years after I did, and he amassed a terrific record. After I played with him a while I realized that he shared my interest in conventions. Together we put together a good card.

We also have played together in tournaments. We won one session of the open pairs at a sectional in Connecticut. That story has been told here. At the Presidential Regional in Southbridge, MA, in 2023 we played in Bracket 2 of the knockout. We won the qualifying Swiss very easily but only finished a very disappointing fourth. That tale of woe can be read here.

Eric is another talented artist. He also became the club’s treasurer in 2022. He has not had an easy time with accrual accounting.

Eric unobtrusively became a vegetarian at some point during our partnership. He certainly was one in 2023, but I remember that he complimented me on my chili at one of the pot-luck lunches at the HBC.

Eric’s daughter died in 2022. I went to the service at his church. His wife gave a very nice tribute.


Partab.

Prior to the Pandemic I was playing at the HBC nearly every Tuesday with Partab Makhijani. I expected to resume playing with him when the club reopened, but he did not return to play. I think that he, like many others, might have health issues.

His LinkedIn page (here) said that he was on the adjunct faculty at the University of Hartford.


Buz.

I met Buz Kohn (LinkedIn page here) when he was playing with his mother Joan occasionally on Tuesday evenings. We have played together several times at the HBC both before and after the club closed for the Pandemic.

Although Buz was as good at playing the cards as anyone he was not very tolerant of conventions. I had trouble getting him to even use a convention card.

Buz was still playing at the HBC in 2023, but I think that he also had a house in Florida.


Sonja Smith was Steve’s mother, and she also had triplet girls. When I began playing at the SBC in 2004, Sonja played there regularly with a partner who subsequently moved away.

We played together at the HBC several time before the Pandemic and once or twice afterwards—including one of the sectionals in 2022—before she and her family moved to the South.

Sonja attended the 2018 NABC in Honolulu. Afterwards she and her husband Chris spent a few days in Maui, as did my wife Sue and I. Sonja, who was staying at a resort hotel a few miles north of our base of Lahaina, invited us to join them on Monday, December 3, for an expensive sunset cruise of Maui’s west coast. I described it in detail here. It turned out to be a booze cruise with very loud music. I did not enjoy it at all.


Jeanne Striefler and her husband Fred invited Sue and me to their house in West Simsbury several times before the Pandemic. Jeanne and I also played together at the HBC several times and played at teams events at nearby sectionals and regionals. She was part of our ill-fated team at the Presidential Regional described in Eric Vogel’s section. She served as the club’s secretary for many years.

Jeanne also played regularly at the SBC both before and after the closure for the Pandemic.

Jeanne was from Omaha, Nebraska. She grew up closer to my old stomping grounds than anyone else in the HBC.


Ron Talbot.

Ron Talbot, who attended Notre Dame, was the president of the HBC for two years. Before the Pandemic I played with him fairly often at the HBC as well as at a few sectionals in Rhode Island. If his partner was male. he wore a baseball cap while he was playing. If female, he was bareheaded.

Ron told me that he walked three miles every morning. I much preferred to do my walking in the evening. He also walked fifty miles in three days on the Appalachian Trail with his children and/or grandchildren. I don’t know if I could have done that.

Ron moved to Naples, FL, before the Pandemic. He has returned to the HBC once or twice.


Trevor Reeves.

Trevor Reeves served as president and then treasurer of the HBC. He implemented the budgeting system that was instrumental in helping to get the HBC through the Pandemic.

I played with him a few times at the club and at tournaments, including an open pairs game at the Summer NABC in Toronto in 2017 in which we were first in our section in the evening session.

Trevor was involved in the GNT difficulty that I described at the end of Felix Springer’s section.


The player with whom I have played for the longest time is my wife Sue. W have played together at the SBC, the HBC, at tournaments, on cruises, and clubs while we were traveling.

Sue’s HBC photo.

Sue had never played bridge when we met in 1972, but she had played a lot of setback, a much simpler trick-taking game, with friends and family members. She had no trouble learning the rules of bridge, but she had a difficult time understanding even the basics of the strategic principles concerning bidding and play.

I vividly remember one of the first times that we played as partners. It was at the house in Wethersfield of friends of ours, Jim and Ann Cochran, who were introduced here. I may have had a gin and tonic or two. It was a friendly game of rubber bridge. Nothing was at stake.

Sue and I got the bid in a suit contract, and Sue had to play it. The hand was not very challenging; all she had to do was to lead a few rounds of trump and then take her winners. Unfortunately, she neglected to take out the trumps before taking her high cards. So, the Cochrans were able to ruff several of her winners, and the contract went down.

Ann helpfully provided Sue with a way of remembering the importance of drawing trumps before attacking side suits. She taught her the old adage, “Get the children off the street!”

A few hands later Sue played another suit contract. She once again forgot about her opponents’ children, and they once again made enough mischief to set the contract.

On the third hand that I witnessed from across the table in my role of dummy, Sue’s failure to draw trumps led to another failed contract, I lost my temper, slammed my fist down, and broke the card table. I would have offered to buy them a new one, but at the time we were, as the British say, skint.

Nearly forty years passed before Sue and I played together at a sanctioned game. She joined the ACBL in 2011, seven years after I did. By the time that she started to play, I was already a Life Master. She blamed me for not warning her that the ACBL had changed the requirements for that rank on January 1 of 2011. The organization increased the number of required points, but they also made available new opportunities for obtaining them.

Over the years Sue and I played together at a few NABC tournaments, two bridge cruises, and at a few clubs in New England and Florida. At first I tried to get her to go over the hands with me after a session of bridge, but she really hated to do so. Our games together did not improve much over the years.

Sue has a lot of trouble with time, and in competitive bridge only seven minutes are ordinarily allotted for each hand. Contributing to this difficult are the facts that she plays—and does every other thing—rather slowly, keeps a very detailed score, and insists on playing North, the position that maintains the official results.

Mary Petit

I remember one Sunday in which we played in the High-Low game at the HBC. By chance I declared more than my usual share of contracts. We finished first! I cannot remember any other occasion on which we enjoyed even a modicum of success.

Sue would like to do better, but she does not have the drive that I have always had to improve one’s game. In short, she never reads books or bridge articles. She sometimes goes over a result sheet, but never with a critical eye.

She participated in the mentoring program once. Her mentor, an experienced player named Mary Petit, offered her some tips. Later Mary asked me why Sue did not use any of them. I knew the answer, but I could not explain it in a way that anyone else could understand. So, I just said, “That’s the way that Sue is.”


Document here are more of my partnerships at North America’s oldest bridge club before it closed for the Pandemic . Partnerships after the reopening are described here.


1. I naturally thought that I had twelve months of play. In fact, however, the year started on October 1 at the HBC. So, I needed to play 25 times in nine months, which I did.

2. I never got a chance to play with Mary Witt before she moved to Cary, NC. I have occasionally communicated with her by email.

3. Several years later Ruth asked me to play with her at the HBC. I remember that I made a mistake of some kind on one hand that prevented us from getting any points. She mentioned that she knew that I was going to do that. Ruth was a good player, but she never made Life Master because she did not like tournaments. She died in 2020 at the age of 86. Here obituary can be found here. Her parents brought her to the United States in 1940.

4. An abbreviated recounting of my long obsession with papal history has been posted here. The chapter of my book about papal history that makes reference to Nazi Germany is posted here.

5. Tom was an actuary, but he never made FSA. In 2023 he was still working part-time at a pension consulting firm called PCI.

6. This photo was unfortunately lost when the server on which NEBridge.org ran had a catastrophic system failure in 2015. I also had a copy of the photo, but I cannot find it.

7. Pat still plays bridge, but she moved to Charlottesville, VA.

8. As it happened, we played against Ti’s team in the semifinals of the Summer NABC in Washington in 2016. Her team won the match and the event. I did not play against her. She and her partner played the same direction as Felix and me.