For the next xx number of posts -- I don't know how many -- I'm going to tell the story of a 75 year-old hand-made Japanese chess set that we owned.
That's past tense. "Owned". Because we no longer do. And therein the story.
This is a story that's been on my mind, in my heart, for going on seventy years now.
It's been a painful story in our family.
We've not been able to talk about it within the family for decades.
But there's a happy ending. Maybe...
That's what I want to tell the story about.
And as I do that, I'm going to give up talking of anything political, no matter how crazy, fascinating, shocking, wonderful or terrible.
It'll just be "The Story of a Samurai Chess Set, Part xx".
