by Mark Blumenthal on June 30th, 2009
I was staying in the main tournament hotel for the nationals being held in Portland, Oregon in 1970. I was walking back to the hotel after having been to a big bookstore that now is called Powells. I saw Vic Mitchell , who later was elected to the Bridge Hall of Fame, walking in the other direction.
He saw me and came up to me and said, ” At last, someone I know. Which way is the hotel?” I gave him directions which meant he had to reverse the direction way he had been walking.
I think if he hadn’t seen me he may have kept going until he hit the Pacific.
In 1972 he was the only bridge player to tell me that I was making a mistake by joining the Aces. Being born in New York City and having lived there for almost all his life, I believe that he thought it was the only place anyone should live. Moving so far from New York city to the near wilderness of Dallas, as I was prepared to do, was something he would never contemplate.