My first memories of gaming take place in that vast beach house, in the labyrinthine library of my Uncle George. Aunt Bear always insisted that he keep some order in the endless stacks of books and boxes of games, but I loved the chaos that crept in. I remember wandering in the semi-dark, my hand resting on the spines of books, the musty smell of the volumes in my nose as I hunted for something George sent me to retrieve, or something I searched for that I’d seen here once before.
In these pages, I will share my memories of these games Uncle George shared with me. Distant doorways to the imagined lands we traveled together in my childhood and youth.
