So it goes.
Kurt Vonnegut is dead.
He is remembered for much, including the time he played chess with a 12-year-old on Thanksgiving.

Kurt Vonnegut is dead.
He is remembered for much, including the time he played chess with a 12-year-old on Thanksgiving.

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April 13th, 2007 at 10:11 am
I’ll trade ya The Wind up Bird Chronicles for Slaughterhouse Five.
I’ve seen people mess with chess pieces like that. If I’m not mistaken, I think Fischer used to do it.
April 13th, 2007 at 11:41 am
For sure, man, I’ll read anything you got. I just have to get SH5 back from a friend first. It may be locked up somewhere in Lushun with the other DaWai kids. My small library of English books are becoming the hot commodity these days.
Can I interest you in something by Paul Theroux or Leo Tolstoy?