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January 20, 2008


This is wonderful.

Is it about you?

I love this essay, Beth. The whole range of life in it. Thank you.


Marvelous. Oh Lord. The clock does keep running, doesn't it?

Fantastic post. Thanks.

Yes, Kaycie, definitely about me. Thanks, TH, Dale, LH. I wish I had time to polish this one up a bit more but the essence is there.

"...He drums his fingers on the mattress in a pattern she recognizes as the second fugue of the Well-Tempered Clavier..." Impressive! Did you - sorry, did The Girl - *really* recognise the exact fugue from his drumming?

What happened to the bearded curly-haired guy?

Wonderfully recalled and expressed flashback and so appropriate at this time.

What a memory you have! It took me right back - though I'm a poor chess player; but I had a friend who majored in music composition, and played his atonal stuff, and jazz, in the dorm common room (B.U.) -- and was a hippie with curly hair, and the Tibetan Book of the Dead in his pocket. My, my, my.

This is really a fine piece ... I, too, am fascinated to wonder what became of the boy.

He became a professional pianist with a commitment to using his life and art to help end suffering in the world. He hasn't had a conventional or easy life. He's a very good person and excellent musician, and still has a great sense of humor. I don't know if he still plays chess!

Beth, this is very fine writing. Thank you.

Really impressive, thanks.

Never could get the hang of chess...
( I loved the last one too, the kind of twist that makes you think, 'well of course!')

Wow. Just wow.

Beth ...great post! This would make a great movie! Very atmospheric.

I have not played chess for years. In high school, I would go to the Latin teachers room to play chess with the other kids in the chess club. That was the high point of my high school years.


I've never been drawn into the world of chess, but I have some inkling of understanding of the fascination some have with the game. This is simply a wonderful vignette, which brought back that era so poigniantly.

A brilliant post. Thanks for sharing this. Seemed like the Bobby Fisher legend was something I grew up with and it caused so many people I know to take up chess. Think I'll go dust off the board and try to entice the kids to learn.

Thanks Pica, Lucy, rr.

Fred - funny how something like that got so many of us through high school. For me it was music, but I can imagine the Latin teacher and the kids playing chess. I'm glad you had that refuge.

Hi Steve - thanks a lot for the comment. Yes, it was quite an era, wasn't it? And I censored myself quite a bit...I almost never play chess now either, but it sort of made me want to play again!

Hi Loretta! Thanks - let me know if you have any luck with your kids! I never played well, but I had fun with chess when I was younger and it's kind of a good thing to simply know about.

New York was pretty different in those days, too.

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