Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Saturday, January 19, 2008

One of My Childhood Heroes Has Died

Robert James “Bobby” Fischer died on Thursday, Jan. 17, 2008 at his home in Reykjavik, Iceland, after an extended illness.  He was 64 years old.  Yes he was a certifiable nut job in his later years, but it will likely be a long, long time—if ever—before the chess world will see another player with Fischer's ability.  He was one of my childhood heroes and the one who more than any other inspired me to learn the game of chess.



You can read a nutshell version of his most interesting life story on Wikipedia or any of a number of other Web sites, so I won't bother to repeat it here.  But I would like to put up a copy of a very famous game he played.  It was Oct. 17, 1956, and Bobby Fischer was only 13 years old when he faced off against Donald Byrne in the Rosenwald Memorial Tournament in New York.  Byrne had won the U.S. Open Chess Championship three years earlier and was awrded the title of International Master in 1962.  This game came to be known as “The Game of the Century” and has been disected and discussed thousands of times in chess circles.

Donald Bobby
Byrne Fischer
White Black

1 N-KB3 N-KB3
2 P-B4 P-KN3
3 N-B3 B-N2
4 P-Q4 O-O
5 B-B4 P-Q4
6 Q-N3 PxP
7 QxP P-B3
8 P-K4 QN-Q2
9 R-Q1 N-N3
10 Q-B5 B-N5
11 B-KN5 N-R5
12 Q-R3 NxN
13 PxN NxP
14 BxP Q-N3
15 B-B4 NxQBP
16 B-B5 KR-K1+
17 K-B1 B-K3!!! (sacrificing the queen)
18 BxQ BxB+
19 K-N1 N-K7+
20 K-B1 NxP+
21 K-N1 N-K7+
22 K-B1 N-B6+
23 K-N1 PxB
24 Q-N4 R-R5
25 QxP NxR
26 P-KR3 RxP
27 K-R2 NxP
28 R-K1 RxR
29 Q-Q8+ B-B1
30 NxR B-K4
31 N-B3 N-K5
32 Q-N8 P-QN4
33 P-R4 P-R4
34 N-K5 K-N2
35 K-N1 B-B4+
36 K-B1 N-N6+! (here it comes!)
37 K-K1 B-N5+
38 K-Q1 B-N6+
39 K-B1 N-K7+
40 K-N1 N-B6+
41 Resigns
"I regard Bobby Fischer as a mythological combination of sorts, a centaur if you will, a synthesis between man and chess."—Garry Kasparov

Aloha, Bobby.

Monday, September 3, 2007

Obnoxious Bicyclist

Here’s another one of those bicyclists who has no problem at all with the fact that he’s violating the law and impeding the normal flow of traffic on a public road.  (See my blog post of May 28 for further info.)  It’s not easy to tell from this cell phone photo, but he’s riding right in the middle of the lane, and as you can see, I was the fourth in a line of vehicles being held up by this inconsiderate scofflaw.  This happened to be westbound on West Riverside Drive between Twelve O’clock Knob Rd. and Mill Ln. in Salem.  The speed limit there is 30 MPH, and we couldn’t have been travelling faster than 20 MPH.


Thursday, August 2, 2007

The Minnesota Bridge Collapse

What a shocking news story!  A 40-year-old bridge in Minneapolis suddenly collapses underneath bumper-to-bumper traffic at 6:05 p.m. local time last night.  I used to live in Eagan Township not too far from there in the early 70's, and I know I've traversed that bridge a number of times.  That's about the extent of my personal link to the incident, but something like that does always give one pause to realize how unpredictable life can be at times.

Google map of the bridge location

Monday, May 28, 2007

Bicycles, Common Courtesy, and the Law

It's been too long since my last post to this blog.

Here's what's on my mind this morning: bicycles, or more particularly, bicyclists.

I've been seeing a lot more bicyclists riding around the Roanoke Valley and environs lately.  This is fine.  I love bicycles and should probably ride more often myself.  However! ... I have a bone to pick with some of you bicyclists.

A few days ago I was driving westbound on Harborwood Road in West Salem, a few miles east of Poor Mountain Road, and there were a dozen or so bicyclists traveling the same direction on the same road.  Most were courteous enough to ride on the the far right side of the pavement, allowing motor vehicle traffic to pass, but one in particular was discourteous and inconsiderate enough to stay right in the middle of the lane, travelling well below the posted speed limit, and preventing the car behind him (in this case, driven by me) from passing.

The very next day I was driving across Mill Mountain toward Roanoke, and as I was on the downhill side approaching the beginning of Walnut Ave., I observed three bicyclists riding abreast, travelling the opposite direction (i.e. going uphill).  Directly behind them were three cars, unable to pass due to the solid yellow line.  I would estimate the speed of the bicycles at approximately 10 to 15 miles per hour.  Though the speed limit there is 30 miles per hour, the cyclists acted as though they had the perfect right to impede the progress of the three cars behind them and made no attempt whatsoever, at least for the time that I saw them, to move to the right in single file.

Like any sensible and responsible human being driving a car, I always slow down and exercise caution when passing bicycles on any road.  But what makes you bicyclists think you have the right to ride in the middle of the lane and impede the normal flow of motor vehicle traffic?  I'm not talking about when there's no one behind you.  I'm talking about when there is an automobile right behind you, forced to decelerate, travel below the speed limit and is unable to pass because of your desire to pretend you have the right to ride your bike in the middle of the road.  I have a news flash for you: You do not have that right, as this page from the Code of Virginia clearly states.

That law is there to facilitate the coexistence of bicycles and motor vehicles on our roadways.  Responsible citizens observe these laws rather than criminally disregard them.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Roanoke Roots—Mine Run Pretty Deep

Can I brag just a little bit about my Roanoke roots?  Thanks.  I knew you’d understand.

Here is an article that appeared in the Roanoke Times on July 3, 1954, the day before my great-grandfather, Timothy Preston Sisson, turned 100 years old.  The article, besides being of interest to any of his living relatives and to those who like stories of human interest in general, also would be of interest to people who like to learn about the history of the Roanoke valley, as it has an interesting little tidbit about life in the valley as it was a century-and-a-half ago.  I have corrected a few typos and added bold-type emphasis as well as a footnote and some additional information.



Shawsville Family Reunion To Be 100th Birthday Party

Princeton, W. Va., Resident Will Mark Anniversary Today at Gathering

PRINCETON, W. Va., July 3-Timothy Preston Sisson seated himself in a comfortable chair on his son’s farm just north of Princeton and rested for a few minutes this week.

“I’VE WORKED hard all my life and enjoyed it,” he said, “but I’m taking it easy so that I will be in shape for a trip to Shawsville, Va., on July 4.” On that date Sisson will celebrate his 100th birthday with a family reunion as part of the big event.

Lowery Bowling, clerk of the Mercer County Court, says that Sisson is the oldest living person in the county. He was born on July 4, 1854, in a little settlement of one store and five houses known as Big Lick, Va., and now named Roanoke.

Sisson was raised by his grandfather, Ludlow Sisson, who was born in England and settled near Natural Bridge in Virginia.1

“My grandfather was a John Wesley Methodist and a man of stern character,” Sisson explained. “He took me to church every Sunday as long as he lived and I’ve never quit going. For 30 years I was an active church worker and I preached for five years.”

Presently a member of the Church of the Nazarene in Princeton, Sisson still attends services often. On Friday, July 16, the Nazarene churches in Princeton, Athens and Bluefield will honor him with a birthday party at Glenwood Park. Singing, preaching and a good country dinner are planned.

The amazing inventions of science during the last 100 years have impressed Sisson, but the one that has left its mark was the stove. He remembers driving six miles with an uncle in a wagon to bring the first cooking stove into the neighborhood. All the cooking before that memorable day had been done in the fireplace.

Sisson remembers that most of the Confederate War activity in the neighborhood came as fights between deserters and the regular Confederate soldiers who were sent after them. All his relatives were members of the Confederate Army, one of them attaining the rank of colonel.

Recounting the romance leading up to his marriage, Sisson said he thought he’d never win his bride, the former Lucy Smith of Floyd County, Va. “We lived together for 71 years without a cross word being spoken,” he said. “Maybe it’s because I always minded her.”

Mrs. Sisson died in 1947 at the age of 91.

A FARM at Shawsville and trading in livestock and horses kept him busy while the couple raised nine children. Six children are still living.

“When I was 82, my son, Robert, made me give up farming; said I was too old,” Sisson continued. “Five years ago he bought this 370-acre farm and we moved here from Bluefield. I cleared most of the chinquapins and brush off the land. I was 95 then.”

Sisson related the events of his life as he rested in his chair. He’d just taken a pail of milk down to feed his pigs.

A lifelong Republican, Sisson has voted for 18 presidents of the United States beginning with Rutherford B. Hayes in 1876. He missed voting in last years presidential election because his change of residence had not been recorded with the county clerk.

When the family gathers at Shawsville Sunday, the old gentleman expects to see his other five children besides the youngest, Robert, with whom he lives. Twenty-six grandchildren, 54 great-grandchildren and seven great-great-grandchildren are also expected. He has never seen some of the great and great-great-grandchildren.

Sisson has never smoked or tasted alcohol in his life. He did take a chew of “old brown twisted tobacco once and became deathly sick.” He never tried it a second time.

HE HAS never been sick in his 100 years of active living, never used any medicine and has seen a doctor only twice for treatment of injuries. He believes he’s lived so long because he “has had a strong faith and belief in God which have kept him from worrying himself to death.” But he says he would not want to be starting life now and face it for 100 years.

“There’s too much confusion and uncertainty,” he says. “All the calm, easy-going days of the past are gone. They were the best.”



1 I don’t know where the “born in England” claim originated, but it can be proved beyond doubt by existing records that Ludlow Branham Sisson’s American ancestry goes back four generations at the very least and possibly even two more to Thomas Sisson, a London haberdasher who took the oath of allegiance to the crown in Jamestown, VA in 1624.  Ludlow Sisson was born in Rockbridge Co., VA on Feb. 3, 1797.

Here’s a scanned image of the article.  You can click on it for a larger view:



Actually my Roanoke roots go even deeper than this, as Ludlow Sisson’s father-in-law (my great-great-great-great-grandfather), Mathias Grisso, settled near Back Creek on Sugarloaf Mountain some time in the late 1700’s.  Ludlow’s father, Stanley Sisson, also secured a grant for property on Back Creek in the Starkey area in 1797.  (Stanley moved on to Gallia Co., Ohio, some time between 1828 and 1830, though Ludlow stayed.)

That’s my mom’s side of the family.  On my father’s side, my great-great-great-great-grandfather, John Broadwater, was born Feb. 28, 1788 on the property adjoining that of Samuel Harshbarger near the corner of present-day Hershberger & Plantation Roads.

There may be a few people in Roanoke who can claim local roots deeper than mine, but not very many I’d venture to say.

Friday, April 6, 2007

Take Me to Your ... Cave?

From Science Daily:

Scientists suspect Mars might have caves

Excerpts:

“U.S. scientists say images of black spots taken by NASA's Mars Odyssey orbiter might be caves rather than impact craters as initially believed.

“[. . .]‘If there is life on Mars, there is a good chance you'd find it in caves,’ said [Jut] Wynne, project leader for the United States Geological Survey's Earth-Mars Cave Detection Program.”

Okay, first let me say that I love that Science Daily Web site.  Now, I can go along with the idea that there may be caves on Mars, but life?  You can put me on record right here as saying they will never find life on Mars.  That’s National Enquirer and Weely World News stuff as far as I’m concerned.