White Brother’s first move arrived.
The card was lovely. Key West. We have some shared memories of this place. The Half Shell Raw Bar. Things he remembers more than me. Pooping in a bucket. Obnoxious endangered species. And now,the inaugural chess by mail move,sent fromthe smallest post office in America.
Hypermodern. Now, I sort of predicted this. Not quite. But something of hypermodern flavor. If it were me trying this sort of approach, I would have only advanced one rank with the pawn. I worry his bishop will have limited utility. But deep inside, I worry more that it will have just the utility intended.
I immediately ran through a few responses. A return in kind, or a classical declaration of noble purpose. You know me, tumblfriends. Noble.