The Gods of Solitaire

My Uncle Alvin taught me to play solitaire. It was solitaire and tropical fish that kept him going when he was recuperating from a major illness. He passed away many years ago, and I miss him. He taught me about solitaire, about fish, about driving and about people.

Uncle Al told me it was very important to leave an empty stack so that kings had someplace to go. If I had a stack with just a seven there, and another stack with a seven on top, it was the first seven I should move so I could open up a stack.

Inevitably, when I forget this rule and neglect to keep an empty stack, a king pops up to punish me. This happens with regularity. I'll pass up an opportunity to open up a stack, and one of the next few cards will be a king, taunting me.

If there is no god, then who pops up the next kleenex? If there is no god, then who is it that punishes me when I don't open up a stack? Uncle Alvin, is that you?


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