Barouhâs house.
DAVID: This is nice.
CALEB: He should rent it out. The ghost of Barouh is all around. I just wanted to check the gas stove. If the gas doesnât work, weâll go to Khamtaâs.
CALEB: Khamtaâs house.
DAVID: This isnât our place, is it?
CALEB: Outdoor basketball court, kidsâ wading pool, hot tub. Heâs got four-wheelers and a riding mower. Itâs no cabin.
DAVID: Christ, itâs gorgeous. Iâm going to send a picture of it to Laurie.
CALEB:
(playing a CD inside the house)
Youâre friends with the singer.
DAVID: Is it Rick Moodyâs band?
CALEB: Mountain Con.
DAVID: Oh my god! James sounds great. Wow! Man! They sound terrific. Itâs so cool that you looked him up.
CALEB: I didnât. I saw him perform about eight years ago and bought the CD. When you mentioned Mountain Con in that essay, I looked at my CD and noticed James Nugentâs name.
DAVID: They sound great. Itâs so polished. Whatâs the name of the song?
CALEB: âFuture Burn Out.â You didnât recognize it? Youâve written about them.
DAVID: I must admit I didnât. I have the ear of a penguin.
CALEB: You ready for some music and chess?
CALEB: Thereâs a cold war going on: art vs. life. Shields vs. Powell.
DAVID: Man, I can barely remember.
CALEB: Are you that rusty?
DAVID: Iâll give it a shot.
CALEB: Ainât like riding a bicycle.
DAVID: Iâll try. If I get killed, so be it. This is the queen
(thump)
. Queen on color.
CALEB: She has a necklace. These pieces
are
odd looking. Itâs the chess set my dad had as a boy. The king has a beard.
DAVID: Iâll start and go out with a bang.
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DAVID:
(thump)
I like the idea of a little chess game where I get mad. Itâd be hard to transcribe. Iâm playing a little recklessly. What was my mistake? Shoot. Dumb. What am I thinking?
CALEB:
(laughing)
Thatâs staying in.
DAVID: Like Wallace when he loses at Ping-Pong. Hmm. My mistake. What an idiot. Oh my god.
CALEB: You havenât played chess in a while.
DAVID: Helpless. Youâre good, but this is all pretty basic stuff. Iâm oblivious. Boy, I was just excited that some of the moves came back to me. This oneâs over.
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CALEB:
(setting up the pieces)
I canât play chess at home, on the road, or around Terry.
DAVID: Why not?
CALEB: If I play, I tune out and she goes bananas. I never play chess on my computer.
DAVID: Why not?
They begin another game
.
CALEB: Same as why I stopped smoking pot. I wouldnât be able to stop. On our honeymoon, she and I were in Flores, Guatemala, and stopped off at an internet café. Terry finished her email and I told her that I wanted to finish my chess game, so she went to our hotel, about a five-minute walk away. An hour laterâsheâd say three hoursâshe comes back and Iâm still playing chess.
DAVID: Computer chess?
CALEB: Yahoo Games.
DAVID: Have you gotten good?
CALEB: My game has stayed more or less the same as it was in high school. A friend and I play through email. One game lasts weeks. Anyway, from the first game I could see that you havenât played in a while. You made an unorthodox opening.
DAVID: I played seriously the year I had a broken leg in high school. The apex of my chess career was dreaming in chess notation.
CALEB: Want another beer?
DAVID: No thanks.
(thump, thump, thump)
Letâs see, I move there, you grab this guy â¦Â
(thump)
I get confused sometimes.
CALEB: Iâd like to teach my daughters chess. Chess helps you think. You can make a lot of analogies to life. Most people think intuitively. Chess exposes this. Namely, what looks good at first glance, prima facie, might be an error. And from that you learn to question judgment. Speed chess, on the other hand, is more instinctual.
DAVID: Obviously.
CALEB: âLook before you leapâ or âsee a