an ode to my grandma eleanor and grandpa jack.
my grandma eleanor doesn’t play games.then I say checkers, and something happens. she sits down faster than she’s sat down in years… she knows this one, she trusts this one. and somewhere around the third move she isn’t my grandma elly anymore. she’s a kid who’s about to beat me, and she knows it.that’s the whole reason this exists. a board simple enough that anyone will sit down. a game that carries you both back to a simpler time.