My son left for the National High School Chess Championships after school on Wednesday. Fifty teenagers on a Greyhound bus.
“Have you stopped for dinner?” I asked him a few hours after they had embarked.
“No,” he replied. “We’ll stop when we get to Long Island.”
“Long Island is not on the way to Nashville,” I told him. “Long Island is East and you’re going South.”
“Well then I guess we’ll stop whenever we get to a suburb,” he said.
Luckily I gave him $100 before he left since he has to pay for all of his own meals, one of about twenty things that I was not informed about. Somehow his funds are holding out, despite a meal at Cracker Barrel and another at Burger King.
Four boys in one hotel room. They are having a blast. Free Wi-Fi was an exciting find. You would think these children have never had Wi-Fi before, but perhaps my imagination is lacking when it comes to what four teenage boys and free Wi-Fi might translate to.
Two rounds down — and Jack is a winner! Next round begins any minute.
My son may not have a good sense of direction (unfortunately he seems to have inherited that from me) but he knows how to play a mean game of chess.