It seems like I have walked all over Manhattan so many times now that there is little new ground to cover. That may be true if I was actually fully conscious of everything around me! But New York is an overwhelming cacophony of sights, sounds, and smells – so much so – that every time I realize I have walked down a street before and assume I will see nothing new, well I see something new!
This time it was a giant, vertically installed chessboard covering the side of a four-story-high building. Honestly, I cannot fathom how I missed it, but I had. The owners of the building must be chess fans because it’s used to recreate great chess matches from the past. Each piece attached to the wall is about two-feet in diameter and they are moved every Wednesday at noon. The flag in the image today gets changed depending on whose move is next, or whether the game has reached a checkmate.
I should also confess that one reason for the shot is that I too am a big chess fan! My claim to fame is that I was the sixth-grade state chess champion. During elementary school playing chess was a big deal. While our team was preparing for the state tournament I remember our Principal coming to class telling my teacher he needed to see me. Everyone thought I was in trouble when in fact he had taken my buddy Mike out of class as well to meet in his office so we could practice.
While my son is into all kinds of video and board games these days, I am grateful he also likes to play chess! I still give up my queen, but it won’t be long before he will be giving me a run for my money. Winning at chess is all about who can think more moves ahead, and with my aging brain not doing me any favors, it’s only a matter of time.