The Last Chess Game I Ever Played with Emory Tate

Not all chess games are timed, but every one carries an invisible clock—a reminder that the next encounter is never assured. When a player’s flag falls, the moments you intended to share are lost forever. One day, you’ll wake up to the realization that the last time you discussed linguistics with a friend during aContinueContinue reading “The Last Chess Game I Ever Played with Emory Tate”

Nine Years Have Passed 

Nine years have elapsed since the untimely departure of my dear friend Emory Tate. Though he has crossed into the threshold of the great beyond, the indelible mark he left upon my life remains a testament to his character. The laughter we shared, the wisdom he imparted, and the unwavering support we offered each otherContinueContinue reading “Nine Years Have Passed “