The distressing fluidity of the web.

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The ink had hardly dried on that sentence when an Israeli version of Monopoly found its way to our house. And now, in addition to that other constant, dirt, the game is almost always on the rug in the living room. And even I've had to sit down and throw the dice and try to beat my kids at ruling - if not the world, then at least the board. I suppose that if we'd gotten the game, say, two or three months after this column I might only consider an update on this page, and even then come to the conclusion that I really didn't need to bother myself or my readers with this highly forgettable piece of trivia. But when almost in mid-sentence reality contradicts what I'm about to post, that's once again proof of how much energy is needed to maintain accuracy in even the simplest reports of one's comings and goings. In a case such as that, taking note of the fact deserves at least a link and a short report.

Yes, I've played Monopoly in the last couple of years. Very recently, in fact. Frankly, I think that I prefer harboring fond memories of the game rather than playing it.

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