Today is M.C. Escher’s birthday.
We just spent a week at the cabin, near Longville, MN. We caught enough fish to serve for dinner thirteen people; by “we,” I mean a priviledged minority, and when I say “priviledged minority, I mean mainly people other than myself, by which I mean my sister’s fiancée John. Oh well.
Paige and I were able to play a few Irish tunes at a local coffee shop on Friday afternoon, which was a first.
Regarding chess and the writing of clever fiction: though not often combined, an enjoyable constellation of the two can be found in The Thompson Stories.
