Chess & Alma Matters

At the end of the 80's, my family moved back to Hamilton after we'd spent five amazing years enjoying small town life in Northern Ontario. Starting grade nine in a big, downtown city high school was a huge eye-opener for me. A little traumatic actually. There were fights, trouble, crime and sketchy characters o' plenty. I actually dreaded lunchtime, as it meant I had to either go to the cafeteria (didn't like big crowds), or just walk around the hallways munching my PB sandwiches to pass the time, which I did.

Eventually, I got to know a few people and on one occasion, a couple of us ambled into the school library at noon. We pulled down one of the dozen or so chess sets and started playing. The school librarian (Mr. Moore I think was his name) let us eat our lunches as we castled, forked, and put each other in check. It quickly became our daily mid-schoolday routine. Our group of players grew to about a dozen as we sharpened our skills while talking Nintendo, TMNT and became friends. In hindsight, they were great freshman days.

Our Chess Crucible - Scott Park's library (post-vandalization)

I spent only one year at that downtown high school before moving up the Hill. It was intense, yet memorable. Everything is when you're 14, I guess. Scott Park was torn down in 2015, with mega-school Bernie Custis taking its place. The demolition of SP had been hastened when a group of adolescents went in and turned on fire hoses, discharged fire extinguishers and vandalized as much as they could. It's a little sad when places of your past cease to exist. Maybe those kids who tore the place up didn't have a place to pass time with worthwhile hobbies. Thanks to Mr. Moore, and thanks Dad for teaching me this great game when I was 8 years old.

A great chess match breakdown of arguably the game's finest player ever; Paul Morphy. Hang in until the very end to hear the acknowledgments ;-)