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”

Puzzle Worthy Position 52

Mikhail Tal famously stated: “You must take your opponent into a deep, dark forest where 2+2=5, and the path leading out is only wide enough for one.” If a chess game metaphorically becomes a forest, International Master Emory Tate was a tiger. Sometimes, his opponent would almost escape the forest only to be ambushed byContinueContinue reading “Puzzle Worthy Position 52”

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 “