chesswp

When I was living at the “project” at Avenel, it was usual for me to go to an area in Griffith Park where chess players congregated. I, too, am a chess player, although a mediocre one, and with a good opponent I would last for about six moves. I didn’t care as I enjoyed playing. The counterpoint was this old geezer at the end of the bench with the stump of a cigar in his mouth who was reading the sport pages, completely uninterested.

“Challenge” chess game