Hi, my name is Jan. I'm a wargaming widow. Well, not really. Though I don't play any of these war games and I'm constantly finding miniscule men EVERYWHERE in my home, I'm a vital member of my husband's hobby group. I've learned that I can keep my warrior closer to home by feeding the troops on game nights. We invite the 'guys' over to play on our dining room table or the table in the garage. I often make dinner for the players. I'm kept on my toes with our vegetarian soldier. The bachelors in the group really appreciate a home cooked meal and I'm able to keep a few 'wackos' off the street. Just teasing! My cooking isn't a necessity, however. There are times I'm not in the mood, or it's too hot to stand in a warm kitchen, so we do order out for pizza or Thai food. Lately, we find ourselves at one of our community's fine dining establishments. A couple of weeks ago, after a DBA tournament, I received a phone call from Hubby inviting me to join the 'boys' at a nearby restaurant. They seem to enjoy the company of their token 'Helen of Troy'. I enjoy getting to know what's going on in these men's lives as well. Who are they dating? How are their pets doing? What's going on at work? I even found one of them a job. I do feel like I'm an important part of this group of wargamers and look forward to seeing them each week. Now, with football season around the comer ... That's another story. Hi, my name is Jan. I'm a football season widow! Editors Note: Go Dolphins! Back to Table of Contents The Messenger August 2002 Back to The Messenger List of Issues Back to MagWeb Magazine List © Copyright 2002 by HMGS/PSW. This article appears in MagWeb (Magazine Web) on the Internet World Wide Web. Other military history articles and gaming articles are available at http://www.magweb.com