In an attempt to dilute some of my Walmart / Big Gulp / TJMaxx / Republican Party tendencies, I have decided to learn the game of chess.  Not from a book or an online class, as you may suspect; rather, I am a student of the Ridgeview Elementary Chess Club.  I go there from 3-4 every Friday afternoon under the guise of “volunteering,” but really I’m just getting free chess lessons from another Ridgeview mom who’s a whole lot smarter than I am.  (Logic follows that her son would, therefore, be a whole lot smarter than my son but that, of course, is a cosmic impossibility.  He can’t be.  He can’t be.)

My third-grade boy is enthralled with this Chess Club.  Now before you dismiss him as nerdy bookish, I gotta tell you that this chess club is hot!  As in, there’s a big long waiting list of kids who want to get in, and once you’re in, it’s standing room only.  Seriously, these kids love chess.  Or maybe they just love Chess Club, it being the crowning social event of the elementary school workweek.  Either way, Ethan was thrilled to make “the cut” (okay, so it’s on a first come, first serve basis, but we’re pretending he qualified for something, somehow.)

The best part about Chess Club is