In response to “America’s Other Pastime” (April 4), I would like to add a dimension not addressed in the article. Five friends and I played mah jongg for over 30 years every Monday night no matter what the weather. We are now octogenarians; some are no longer with us. There was a component of hineh ma tov (how good and pleasant it is for brothers and sisters to sit together). The game was a vehicle for close relationships, shared life experiences and loving support in good and bad times.
I continue to remember those treasured times with treasured friends. I barely remember the “hands,” but I cannot forget what we six friends meant to each other.