Do you remember that?

The games our memories play and why we remember what we do

My grandfather. Learning to play cribbage. My first near-sexual experience. All intimately connected in my mind. Why?

I was shopping for Christmas gifts today in a Toronto game store – a store that sells old fashioned, physical, real-world games made of wood and paper, metal and plastic that you can pick up and hold in your hands, turning them over, feel…