Our dad gave us a chess set when we were kids. Somehow my brother got the board and I got the pieces. Several decades later I’ve belatedly treated myself to a new board to replace the crappy, cardboardy thing I got from who-knows-where. The new board even has the letters and numbers to assist me when I’m following the games of the grandmasters – cool!
Son, next time you’re over from Berlin, we must have a rematch!
[Note to self: Next time I take a picture of a chess board, ensure the pieces are lined up properly in their squares…]
things change 