The ship rocked back and forth ever so slightly, the same rhythm a parent rocks their infant who is on the cusp of falling asleep. Rain spit, enough to speckle the window, but not enough to streak it.   Over my left shoulder, I heard one man say to another “the pawn goes here” and I knew someone was learning to play chess. A raucous uproar over my right shoulder told me someone played the winning card. The group was immediately shushed by others, but it made me smile. I was Continue Reading