Playing Chess In The Park

I visited a friend in Albany, New York a few summers ago.  One morning when we were deciding how to spend the day, she suggested we go to a beautiful park that wasn’t far from where she lived.  I agreed, and we got ready for a walk.  We walked to the park and when we got there we decided to sit on a bench and rest.  I looked over my shoulder to see a part of the park where there were groups of old men playing chess matches.  We watched for a while and ended up getting roped into many stories of how the mend learned the rules of chess.  Many of them were were stories of fathers and other family members teaching them.