When the power went for better part of a week during Super Storm (not Hurricane) Sandy, our household was thrown back to earlier, more primitive diversions than television or the internet. Among these was Monopoly.
I’d only vaguely remembered just how irritating a game it really was after the first dozen or so rotations. Memories of irritated, not to say angry, young children who were left out on the street despite having hotels on Board Walk and Park Place. What kind of crummy game was this, anyway?
Turns out, anger and irritation was the whole idea. Continue reading