We used to play cards on Tuesday nights in the small office of a used car lot. I would look at the old beaters as they came in. Wonder what their stories were. Who drove them. Where they had travelled and what they had seen. “All rust and dust” my friend used to say. As they age their value goes down. Which is what some folks think about people. But really, the opposite is true. My friend would ask why I played cards with those old geezers. He didn’t get it. Many people don’t. I just told him I always win. It was true. Not in terms of money. But in everything else I got from those guys. Stories Wisdom Laughs. One old guy used to cheat like a *******. I let him get away with it. I hope when I get old somebody cuts me some slack.