My son is going to Tennessee tomorrow to play in the National Chess Championships! He’s only fourteen years old, the youngest player on the team — the only freshman with a ranking (yes, I am the bragging mother). They will ride on a bus there and back, saving the team money for hotels. I am hoping that the bus has a bathroom, reclining seats, some water perhaps.
I packed a bunch of snacks so he won’t starve. I think I’ll pack some waters too, just in case.
They’ll be somewhere outside of Nashville. Four boys in one room. I wouldn’t want to be “that” housekeeper!
I want to sneak into his suitcase and watch.