“Mr. Mahjong” teaches San Francisco to love a 19th-century Chinese game
When Andrew Keeler was five, he would fall asleep in his living room to the sound of clacking tiles. His mother and her three women friends would call out in turn, “One bam, three crack, eight dot.” “I didn’t know what the words meant, but 40 years later, I found out,” Keeler said. They were ...