48 Go after the king

My father taught me about life by teaching me chess. Although I achieved no proficiency, the lessons enriched my understanding. I remember them thoughtfully and fondly. Dad was able to lure me into capturing one of his chess pieces at the expense of my position. I captured his lower “value” piece by moving my more powerful piece out of the place where it was needed for defense. Sometimes it was the other way around. I would lose a lower, to capture his higher, value piece. Early on, that looked like an exchange in my favor. After some time, I learned …

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