So so many memories when you mention rook.
Feel like writing so Im just gonna do it. ;p
Had a small house we lived in. But the dinning room was
my favorite room. I loved that room! That's where they played rook. Not why I liked the room but gave a purpose to be in there. My parents had friends, Ed and Elsie. They would come to play rook about every other weekend. They would all squeeze into the very tiny dinning room, smoke, drink pepsi, and laugh hard while they played rook. Sometime i tried hard to figure out what was funny but for the life of me I could never undersand the joke.
I would sit on the floor in a corner of the dinning room. The laughter and talk would turn into mumbles with burst of cackling chicken now and again. The other kids play outside or in the other room but I liked being in the tiny smoked filled dinning room. I dragged my hands over the long gold and brown shag carpeting while i stared at the ceiling. This room was basicly glass. A round glass table that left great wet rings from sweating pepsi glasses. They never put them down in the exact spot always a new ring. The click of glass on glass was nice also. above the table and mumbling cackles were really neat smoke swirls. The clouds would rise and stretch real thin and swirl around or sometimes move like slow moving ripples on a beach. The soft white human made clouds would disapate before hitting the ceiling. It wasn't a ceiling tho! It was the floor, and the table, and the tops of the cackling heads that released human made clouds. Mom had dad put mirror tiles on the ceiling. Square tiles with a round mirror in the square, outlined in a thick black to create the circle. Made a real cool desing up there with the tops of heads. In the center of all this was a large glass chandelier. With many levels each with glass tear drops and at the bottom was a solid glass ball. The smoke would tangle in the glass tears of the chandelier and dance around the small light bulbs.
I liked when they played rook.
