…I Gave Away My Chess Books

The following story is both truth and fiction.

It’s truth in that the chess game annotated beyond the cut represents a huge, heartbreaking moment in my life, the point when I stopped loving something I loved. A thing that I would now like back.

It’s fiction in that… it’s going to be, like more and more of these posts, a novel chapter. In the story, J’s little brother Todd, with the frosty hair and a cooking show called “Foods for Dudes,” actually finds Nd5. I have this pegged as about the fifth of fifty-ish “epistles.”

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