Chess… It’s that time again
I remember when I was in 6th grade and I told my older brother Robbie “I want to learn chess. I don’t know how the pieces move or who can kill who.” His response was “Anyone can kill anyone in chess!” For whatever reason, that seemed fascinating to me. After learning the game, I was a casual [i.e. occasional] player (never particularly good of course) until the age of 21 when my younger brother bought an Onyx chess board in Mexico while we were on a short-term mission trip together, and I was reacquainted with the game. Coming back from the trip, I was interested enough to read my first chess book (cover-to-cover in one sitting at a Barnes & Noble), and that led to a dozen or more other books, coaching a chess club, and 4 years of being a private chess coach for elementary school kids. But overall, chess and I have had kind of an off-and-on relationship through the years. I’m either never playing/thinking about chess… or I find myself thinking about and playing it