by Ray Jason
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| photo by Ray Jason |
Years ago, I nick-named this modest little
spot The Domino Triangle. It was too
tiny for an actual building, so a tarp had been slung to provide shelter from
the sun and the rain. Beneath it was a
folding card table and some battered chairs, where the locals would play
dominoes.
When the tropical heat would begin
to lessen in the late afternoon, the men would start gathering. They arrived with beer and a little pocket
money. They also brought something that is
increasingly rare in our modern world – modest,
earth-bound happiness.
Their conversations revolved around the
elemental concerns of bedrock Humanity – too much work and not enough pay, the entertaining
inscrutability of wives and girlfriends, and the follies of their
grandchildren. Nobody was discussing how
many pixels the next iPhone camera would have or how Amazon’s stock price is so
high when they never turn a profit.
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