Fieldhouse Chess Club
Tuesday night. 7 p.m. Chess Club.
I think I saw the notice, by accident, while going inside to get a drink of water.
The whole building was so old, so clean and so alive.
From the long slates of waxed wooden flooring to the tiling, just as gleaming, but obviously worn hard, in the often-pivoted corners of the hallway. Alive with ballroom dancing in the auditorium and basketball bouncing sounds resonating from the gym.
It's not an understatement that I loved the ambiance.
Semi-translucent glass panes in the windows framing the room of two lines of long folding tables lined with folding chairs, covered by parallel flurescent tubes above. The four quadrant locked locker storing the chess equipment: Rarely used books on the bottom of chess piece bags and folded chessboards. Not cardboard, dime store boards, but thick, textured black and yellow boards.