I don’t miss the game itself—I played just this past New Year’s Day. I miss the gang who used to make Catan a nearly weekly ritual. It’s been so many years now (5th grader Alex is about to graduate high school), but I feel like it was just yesterday. Our hanging around Brian and Thea’s dining area, Steve’s new (at the time) dining space next to his newly completed porch, or even our cramped kitchen could have been last week for as far as my memory is concerned.
I’m ready to play again.