|Voices on the Wind||Voices on Power|
Playing Kings in the Corner In memory of Orville Leroy Kessler by Wilda Morris A sudden gleam brightened Dadís eighty-four-year-old eyes. A subtle grin commenced at the edges of his mouth. It was his turn. No matter what he drew from the pile, he would play out all his cards, catching each of us with a handful of unwanted points. Generous and unassuming, he was always best in those games where low score wins.