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For a little social and comic relief, some friends of mine started up a Bunco group. We’re really pathetic, can never remember the rules from month to month, forget the dice, but we get together, get to know each other and our new guests as they come, have a little wine and a little food, roll some dice and laugh. It’s awesome.

When the group started, one of our lead organizers suggested that rather than keep our winnings, we consider giving them to charity. For a $5 buy in, rather than possibly walking away with $50, you just walk away, smiling and content from a good evening, but no richer.

Last time we played, I brought up a group that I thought was incredibly worthy and under served, a local high school that serves our lowest income community where everything is a struggle because the needs are so great. I had spoken to their vice principal about ways to help, and she said they needed books for a reading group. The words were barely out of my mouth that the entire Bunco group said. “Yep, we’re in.” Of course, they were feeling generous, it was the week before Thanksgiving. I took the money, thanked them and the books were purchased.

Our Bunco squad just met again – a few new faces and some returning favorites. Again we played (worse than ever… explain Baby Bunco again?), laughed a lot, and declared a winner. Everyone immediately suggested we give the money to the high school again. I protested, saying it was up to the winner – no, no, no she said – give the money to the school, get them more books.

And so here I sit, content from my monthly evening out, with another parcel of cash to dole out to a good cause. I partied, I gambled, I gave. It’s a good feeling to be a Bunco benefactor.