My father and I played dominoes, a game popular world-wide and certainly in our home. I’ve seen raucous games played for money on the sidewalks of foreign cities but our games were quiet. I tried to interest my sons in dominoes. No luck, competing as I was with Pac-Man and Donkey Kong. I did not realize it then, sitting across the table from my father, that as we played dominoes we talked of many things, of the great and of the trivial, our words paced to the click of dominoes on the kitchen table on a Sunday afternoon.