It all started with the five parts of Richard Pask's Logical Checkers, published as separate ebooks, and then later as a trade paperback edition combining all five parts into the single volume Complete Checkers: Insights. The first part was also published in trade paper format as Checkers for the Novice and has sold hundreds and hundreds of copies. Insights itself ran to a revised second edition, and now the next step has been taken.

The long-awaited hardcover version of Complete Checkers: Insights is at last available both as an ebook and a printed edition.

A year in the making, the book incorporates hundreds of changes, corrections, and additions. It's been completely re-typeset in a larger 8 1/4 by 11 inch two-column format, printed on cream paper and case bound. If we do say so ourselves, it's quite the book.

The electronic PDF version is available here, as always completely free of charge, making the book available to anyone, anywhere, regardless of location or financial means. The print edition can be obtained from the Amazon outlet serving your country or geographical region. It is priced very reasonably with the objective of just covering our costs and no more.

A hardcover of the companion work, Complete Checkers: Repertoire is in the works and should be available within another year.

Just to hold your interest, here's a sample position from Insights.

The solution is found on page 425. Don't wait; download the ebook and if you like it, consider supporting the project by ordering the printed hardcover if your means and inclination so allow.

The Detroit Doublejumpers of the National Checker League were on spring break, and their superstar captain, Marvin J. Mavin, had a week off.

Now recall that in our last story, Marvin got into trouble when his Valentine's Day gift to his wife, Priscilla, was a love poem written by a computer. It took Marvin a little while to make things up with her, but a $100,000 emerald ring was a good first step. However, there was to be a second step.

"You're forgiven," Priscilla said over Sunday morning breakfast in the breakfast room of her 5,000 square foot luxury condo, "or at least almost."

"Huh?" Marvin replied. "Ain't that fancy ring enough?"

"I do appreciate the gift, dear, even if it was a couple of weeks late, and even if the stone was a bit on the small side. However, there's one thing you'll need to do for me and then we'll say you've paid your debt to me."

"Do? Like what?"

"Well, seeing as how you're off this week, and seeing as how on Saturday night there's the annual black-tie fundraiser for the Art Museum, I thought you might help out."

"Black tie --- I ain't got no black tie."

"Oh, Marvin, we've been through this before. You'll rent from the usual place, Twirly Tuxedos and Gaudy Gowns. But that's not the point."

"So what is?" Marvin ws beginning to shake his foot and push his fork around his plate, sure signs of nervousness.

"Why, I've set up an exhibition! You'll play a game against your old friend, Dmitri Tovarischky. Attendees will bet on the winner, with all of the money going to the Art Museum. The one who bets the most on the actual winner will be named Patron of the Year, a great honor. Most attendees would pay several hundred thousand for that title."

"This is nuts!" Marvin exclaimed. "Dmitri ain't my old friend or any kind of friend neither. He's a total ---"

"Don't say it, Marvin. In any event complaining won't help. It's all arranged. You're committed."

"What kind a folks would pay a few hundred grand for some dumb museum title? And I ain't gonna play wearing no monkey suit. In fact I ain't gonna play at all!"

"I would be careful if I were you, dear. Yes, you are going to play. Yes, you are going to wear a tuxedo. And especially, you are going to be polite to the people who support the museum with large contributions. In fact, a little fawning, bowing and scraping might be in order."

The discussion didn't go on for much longer. Marvin knew there was no way out. But Dmitri? The very thought of him made Marvin ill. (Editor's note: Marvin's experiences over the years with Dmitri have been related in a number of previous Checker Maven stories.)

It was the night of the gala. Marvin had spent an uncomfortable couple of hours at Twirly Tuxedos getting fitted for a rental that would cost about $1,000 for this one event.

Marvin and Priscilla arrived at the downtown Swank Hotel at a fashionably late hour. The hotel ballroom was filling with men in formal attire, and women in evening gowns and sporting glittering jewelry. Admission alone was $50,000 per person. It was an affair for the wealthiest of the Detroit area's wealthy.

Dinner was something that was said to be duck but was surely the usual banquet rubber chicken, accompanied by unidentifiable side dishes. But, as it was prepared by a three star Michelin chef, everyone raved about it and said how it was well worth the $50,000 price of admission. Marvin started to make a remark about the food but Priscilla quickly cut him off. "Remember, Marvin, grovel a little tonight," she admonished.

There was a betting board for the upcoming checker match. The board only announced the total amount bet but didn't break it out by player or bidder. By the time the event's emcee announced that the match would commence in just 30 minutes, the total pool was at nearly ten million dollars. The emcee noted that betting was running quite a bit behind the previous year and that the patrons needed to hurry if they were to have a chance at becoming Patron of the Year.

Soon Marvin and Dmitri were called to the front of the ballroom, where a small stage had been set up with a table and chairs. An elegant checker set and board was on the table.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the emcee announced, "tonight two top professionals will contest a match for charity. The winner will be awarded the prestigious title of Art Museum Checker Champion and a generous grand prize of two museum entry tickets, good for use on any Monday morning of the winner's choice. That's a $20 value.

"The contestants will play on a diamond encrusted checker board, with ruby and ivory checker pieces. Use of this set was donated by Toys for the Rich Only, who stand ready to meet all your high-end requirements for one of a kind toys and games."

Marvin and Dmitri met at center stage amid great applause from the patrons. The betting pool closed at $15 million, which the emcee declared to have now exceeded the previous year's amount.

There was a very brief and unenthusiastic handshake between the two rivals.

"Checkers boy," Dmitri said, "we meet one time more and I am ready for crushing you again like last time."

"Uh, listen here you little Commie, I won that game as I recall, and I'm gonna win this one too."

"Checkers boy is dreaming," said Dmitri. "Prepare for humilating losing."

The match began. Other than the clinking of champagne and wine glasses, the ballroom was exceptionally quiet. All eyes were on the stage as the game progressed.

After about an hour, the following position was reached with Marvin to play.

Dmitri was grinning. "Now what," he said. "What you are going to do, checkers boy? I suggest resign. Save some time. I am wanting nice glass of champagne to celebrate victory and don't want to wait more longer."

"Stuff it," Marvin said.

The patrons knew the game was at a critical juncture. The silence in the ballroom broke and cheers of both "Marvin!" and "Dmitri!" went up. Finally, in the increasing din, Marvin made his move.

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Did you ever play checkers wearing a tuxedo? We suppose it's possible, although surely not a common thing. Do you have a checker rival at the level of Dmitri's rivalry with Marvin? We certainly hope that if you do, you are on more cordial terms. But all that aside, would you be able to win this match? See if you can, and then click on Read More to see the solution and the rest of the story.

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In our previous Beacon Cafe story, Sal Westerman, the unofficial leader of the Coffee and Cake Checker Club, had been confronted by protesters who claimed that checkers was part of a Communist plot to ruin America.

Sal's club met on Saturday afternoons from just after Labor Day to just before Memorial Day with short holiday breaks. The year was 1955 and the venue was the Beacon Cafe in Bismarck, North Dakota, a locale that was about remote from Communism as anywhere.

The protesters had been dispersed by the police but their activities were far from over. One of them in an old Nash car trailed Sal on his way home. And then there were harassing phone calls to all the members of the club, but especially to Sal's home. His wife Sylvia had gotten quite upset, and Sal had gotten the police involved, but there wasn't a lot they could do.

However, it might all come to a head soon. One of the protesters' purposes was to have checkers eliminated from the public schools. Now Bismarck, like nearly all towns (in the alternate reality of our stories) had a thriving scholastic checkers program with teams competing at every grade level. But the protesters said that this was just a means of spreading Communism. They didn't present evidence except to say that there were red checker pieces, symbolizing Communism, and that players often played in teams, which apparently reflected anti-capitalist collective policy.

The school board would meet tonight to take up the matter, and Sal and the "boys" of the club (all but one of whom were over 50) would give testimony. Sal's testimony, as State Champion, would be expected to hold some weight, and it was also expected that saner heads would prevail. However, the outcome was still uncertain given the just-concluded McCarthy era.

That evening, a line of marching protesters greeted arrivals at the War Memorial Building, where the school board was to meet. Police were on hand to try to keep things orderly, but the protesters were on the rowdy and raucous side, chanting various slogans about the purported ills of checkers.

"There's their leader--- the chief Commie himself!" one of them shouted as Sal made his way to the entrance, followed by the rest of the "boys." Sensing potential trouble, a couple of policemen stood between the protesters and the checker club members.

Fortunately everyone made it into the building without incident. By the time 7 PM came around there were no seats left and attendees were standing in the back and on the sides of the main auditorium. At a few minutes after 7, School Board chair Janet Meyer called the meeting to order and ran through a number of routine business items with the rest of the Board.

At 8 PM, with some of the crowd growing restless, Mrs. Meyer turned to the final item on the agenda. "We have a proposal from a group called 'The Anti-Communist Anti-Checkers Coaltion'", she said into the microphone. "They have a petition signed by over 200 Burleigh County taxpayers, so we must take up their issue. I'll ask their representative, Mr. Gerry Russell, to present their case."

Mr. Russell took the podium to a mixture of cheers and boos, loud enough for Mrs. Meyer to pound her gavel and call for order.

"Checkers is a evil game," Mr. Russell began. "It corrupts our children by teaching them to love Communism and hate capitalism. It is anti-American and anti-church. Do you want your children to end up in jail for treason or seeking to overthrow our government? That's what will happen if we don't ban checkers from our schools, our community, and our nation! We are here to take the first step, casting this evil influence out of our precious school system."

Mr. Russell went on for a long while until finally Mrs. Meyer asked him to please conclude his speech.

"Very well," he said, "I'll end by saying I am a checkers expert and know everything about this horrid game. I was under its influence too for many years. But fortunately I was able to cast out the devil within me, and I saw the light. I pray that you see the light, too, and do what you know is right--- ban checkers in the schools!"

Mr. Russell sat down to more cheers and boos. Mrs. Meyer then said, "A local checker club, the Coffee and Cake Checker Club, led by Mr. Sal Westerman, the State Checker Champion, has asked to respond. Mr. Westerman, please come to the podium."

There were mostly all cheers for Sal as he made his way onto the stage although there was some heckling from the protesters.

"Thank you, everyone," Sal said in a calm and measured tone. "I am here to demonstrate the error of the ways of Mr. Russell and his group. Checkers, far from being evil, is a positive influence on a young mind. It teaches planning ahead. It teaches sportsmanship. It teaches our children to be gracious winners and resilient losers. It teaches the benefits of hard work and study. But it does more than that. It teaches how to focus and to think through a problem with persistence and attentiveness. It develops analytical skills which will serve for a lifetime."

"Prove it!" a protester shouted.

Sal smiled. "That is my intent," he said. "Mrs. Meyer, may I use the projector?" When permission was granted, Sal put a transparency with the following diagram on the projector's plate and projected it onto the screen at the front of the auditorium.

"Now, Mr. Russell, as you say you know everything about checkers, I challenge you to come up to the stage and solve this checker problem. Surely you should be able to do that."

Mr. Russell, sitting in the front row, was clearly taken aback. "A checker problem? How dare you expose the attendees to such evil! I will not come up and participate in this shameful activity! You may be a Communist, but I am not!"

"Come now, Mr. Russell, the checkers on the diagram are black and white. There's not a trace of red." That elicited a laugh from the audience but a scowl from Mr. Russell.

"Very well then, you just move ... wait a moment ... no, you move ... hmm ... it must be ... "

"Five minutes, Mr. Russell," Sal said. "That's enough time for any expert to solve it."

Mr. Russell had turned pale and had begun to sweat. "Fine, you play ... no, that's not it ... okay ... "

"The clock is ticking, Mr. Russell," Mrs. Meyer said, "and I think we are all interested in how this will turn out."

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Sal has put his opponent on the spot. Will Mr. Russell be up to the challenge? Are you? While for Sal the stakes are high, you can solve the problem at your leisure and just for your own pleasure. When you're ready, click on Read More to see the solution and the conclusion of our story.

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It looks like someone is over on the side of the road. That might be okay, or it might not. It depends on the circumstances.

In today's speed problem, all of the pieces are on the side of the road, but White especially is sidelined and a piece down besides.

There's a draw here, and it won't be a lot of trouble for you to find it. See how quickly you can solve this one. An expert should see it at once but the problem is well within the range of an attentive novice. Don't stand on the sidelines; solve this one and click on Read More to verify your solution.

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In today's Checker School column, we continue with what Andrew J. Banks, in his eclectic book Checker Board Strategy, calls a "beginner's problem" although he does make something of a retraction of that statement, as we shall see.

Mr. Banks tells us that a problem whose terms contains the phrase "Either to Play" is known as a twin, for fairly obvious reasons. He gives the following example.

Although we've shown this from the White side, the terms in fact do hold. We don't see a lot of problems of this type and it's quite interesting. Is it, in fact, easy enough for beginners? Mr. Banks recants by saying, "Tough problem for a BEGINNER!!!"

Tough or not will depend on your skill level but we think it will entertain most everyone. Find both solutions, if you can, and then click on Read More to see the solutions.

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Valentine's Day was just days away, and Marvin J. Mavin, superstar Captain of the Detroit Doublejumpers in the National Checker League, knew he had better come up with something.

He and his wife, Priscilla Snelson, who was the high-powered CEO of the giant Detroit based international conglomerate Rust Belt Holdings, had been married now for just over a year and a half. Marvin was on the road for the first Valentine's Day of his marriage, and, well, he sort of forgot to get a gift. Or send flowers. Or as much as make a phone call. Priscilla had, to say the least, not been amused, and Marvin had been in the doghouse for some little while.

Now, Priscilla wasn't the easiest person to please, and she had expensive tastes (see our earlier stories about her engagement ring). So a simple gift wouldn't do at all. But the problem was that Priscilla had everything, and with her $50 million annual salary (plus bonuses, of course) she could afford just about anything many times over that Marvin could manage on his relatively paltry $10 million per year.

Marvin was at home on a Monday. The Doublejumpers had one day off before starting a match with the Denver Dundees the following day. That match would run through Thursday, followed by Valentine's Day off. Priscilla, of course, was at work. Monday through Thursday, Priscilla worked from about 7 AM until at least 7 PM.

Marvin had a little time to think about an appropriate gift. He had been reading the latest issue of All Checkers Digest and had found an interesting problem.

"No," Marvin said to himself, "a gift first." So he browsed the internet, looking first at expensive jewelry. But Priscilla didn't need another necklace or bracelet or earrings. Maybe an ankle bracelet? "Nah, she never wears stuff like that."

Marvin started looking at catalogs from art dealers. Priscilla's 5,000 square foot upscale condo featured a few originals by well-known contemporary artists. But when Marvin saw the prices, he knew he had better keep looking.

He spent nearly two hours. Jewelry? No. Artwork? No. Clothing? No. A new car? Priscilla had a whole fleet of cars and she replaced them with new ones every year.

Marvin, his eyes tired and his mind exhausted, didn't know what to do.

And then it came to him.

Marvin and Priscilla had been to a holiday event at the upscale restaurant, Le Menu Magnifique and Marvin decided to take Priscilla there for Valentine's Day. He had to pull a few strings to get a reservation on such a busy day, but as Marvin was a checker superstar the restaurant was willing to accommodate him.

Priscilla was unusually pleased. "How nice of you, Marvin," she said when he told her about it, "I'm sure we'll have a great time."

Marvin, whose tastes ran more to hot dogs and beer than haute cuisine and fine wine, wasn't so sure, but he wanted to please his wife, and seemed to have hit the mark.

"We'll take my limo," Priscilla said, "so you won't have to drive the Lexus. That car is a little too ordinary for the occasion."

Marvin's old Volkswagen was a thing of the past; Priscilla had bought him a Lexus and that's what he now drove. "I could drive the Rolls," he suggested.

"No, I don't think so." Priscilla's Rolls Royce, as well as her Jaguar, Mazeratti, Aston Martin, and Ferrari, were cars that she alone drove.

At the restaurant, they shared appetizers of Escargot a la Maison and Crevettes du Roi, along with glasses of Chablis. For dinner, Priscilla ordered Coq au Vin and Marvin, Steak au Poivre. The waiter looked surprised and asked why they were ordering such pedestrian fare, but a glare from Priscilla stopped him in his tracks. They had a nice Burgundy with their "plats."

Dessert, of course, was taken from a selection of patisserie. Then there was coffee and cognac. Finally, the time came for Marvin to present his gift.

"I have something for you, sweetheart," Marvin said.

"I was starting to wonder," Priscilla replied. "You're quite good at forgetting on gift giving occasions."

"Not this time!" Marvin smiled. "It was kinda hard, seeing like, you know, you already got so much stuff and all. But--- well, anyhoo, here you go."

Marvin reached into an inner pocket of his suit jacket, and brought forth a business letter sized envelope. On the front he had written, "Priscilla." He handed it to his wife.

"I was gonna write 'Prissy' only on account of you don't like that so much I wrote 'Priscilla.'

"How nice of you," Priscilla replied, the edge in her voice clear. But then she smiled and opened the envelope.

Inside was a sheet of letter paper. She unfolded it and saw the following, printed in 12-point Times New Roman.

Oh, my dear love, how vast this heart does swell,
Each beat a song that sings of you alone.
In every glance, in every word, you tell
A truth that makes my soul feel fully known.

Your smile, a light that brightens up the day,
Your touch, a warmth that comforts through the night.
With you, the world's a place where I can stay,
Where every moment feels so pure and right.

The stars above seem dim compared to you,
Your love, a force that guides me through the storm.
Together, all our dreams are born anew,
In your embrace, I find my truest form.

On this sweet day, my heart is yours to keep,
A love so deep, it wakes me from my sleep.

"This is a sonnet," Priscilla said. "Did you actually write this, Marvin?"

"Well, uh ... well, not exactly write it," he said. "I uh ... um ... yeah ... "

"Oh my goodness," Priscilla said. "You got this off of one of those AI sites, didn't you? It's so sappy it's beyond even a HatchMark greeting card ... no poet would ever write stuff as bad as this."

"Don't you like it? I couldn't think of nothing to give you so I thought, like, something personal from me ... "

"Personal? From you? When you had a computer write it? This is a joke, right? You have a real gift for me, I assume?"

"Uh well, like I said, there ain't nothing you don't already got so, uh, I guess that's it."

"That's my Valentine's gift? A lousy computer sonnet?" Priscilla threw her napkin on the table and pushed her chair back. As she stood up, she said, "Sometimes I wonder why I married you, Marvin. I'm taking the limo home now. You can pay the check and then take the bus for all I care. Well, here's something from me to you--- from the same source." Priscilla tapped on her cell phone for a moment and then texted Marvin the following lines as she made an angry exit from the restaurant.

Roses are red, but my patience is thin,
I'm tired of your games, I'm done with your spin.
You promised a gift, but you lied through your teeth,
Now I'm standing here, feeling bitter beneath.

You say you care, but your actions don't show,
Your empty words cut deeper than you know.
I gave you my heart, but you threw it away,
Now I'm counting the moments til you're out of my day.

Valentine's feels like a cruel little joke,
When your love is a flame that just up and broke.
So here's to the truth, though it's hard to admit---
I'm angry, I'm hurt, and I'm done with this bit.

Happy Valentine's, if that's what you need---
Just know I'm moving on, I've planted the seed.

Marvin, now sitting alone at the table, muttered, "I just don't get women sometimes."

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We should note that we actually did use an AI site to generate the truly terrible sonnets above. (We did a little editing as one line was not suitable for all audiences.) We disdain, however, to use AI to produce even a single word of our columns and stories.

Marvin is once more in hot water. That seems to be a recurring problem for him. But speaking of problems, the one he was looking at in All Checkers Digest is quite interesting. Why don't you give it a try? When you're ready you can click on Read More to see the solution. And--- we do hope you didn't forget that special someone on Valentine's Day, and we also hope you avoided computer generated poetry.

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Sal Westerman, the unofficial leader of the Bismarck, North Dakota's Coffee and Cake Checker Club couldn't believe his eyes.

It was a cold Saturday afternoon in February, 1955, and his club's weekly meeting was about to start. His little group got together at 1 PM each week at the Beacon Cafe in the Provident Life Building on Rosser Avenue, from just after Labor Day to just before Memorial Day. The club members, or "boys" as Sal called them, were almost all over 50 years of age and enjoyed solving problems, playing skittles, talking checkers, and sampling fabulous baked treats homemade by the Cafe's proprietress, Deana Nagel.

Sal had just made the 10 minute walk from his home to the Cafe. He was cold and anxious to go into the warmth of the Cafe, but what did he see?

A picket line!

About half a dozen middle aged protesters were marching back and forth in front of the Cafe, holding signs lettered with the folllowing messages.

"Checkers --- the Game of Communists!"

"Think of the Children --- Ban Checkers Now!"

"Checkers --- The Ruin of the American Way!"

"National Service, not Checkers!"

"Patriots Don't Play Checkers!"

Sal, bewildered, approached the front door of the Cafe, but several of the protesters bumped into the old gentleman and nearly sent him sprawling.

Deana, inside the Cafe observing what was happening, came through the door and roughly shoved a couple of protesters aside, making a path for Sal to enter. It seemed as if violence could possibly erupt but Deana quickly closed and locked the door behind her.

"I've called the police," she said to a flustered Sal, whose face was red and who didn't look well. "Sit down, Sal," she continued, "catch your breath. Those people should know better than to jostle an elderly person."

Sure enough, two police cars arrived a few minutes later and four burly policemen exited.

"You're blocking a public sidewalk," one of them was heard to tell the protesters. "Disperse at once or be arrested."

There were a few angry shouts from the protesters and one of them looked as if he was about to swing his sign at one of the police officers, but when he noticed the officer's hand resting on his service revolver holster, he thought better of it.

The protesters kept shouting but they all walked away, likely headed home to get out of the cold themselves. The police officers left without any further incidents taking place.

"What was all that?" Deana asked.

"There was something in the newspaper this morning," Sal said, "but I didn't know it would come to this. I certainly didn't think they would know about our club meetings."

Now that the sidewalk was cleared, a few of the boys started to come into the cafe. Dan and Wayne were first; they mentioned to Sal that they had almost gone back home when they saw the angry group of picketeers, but then when they police arrived they decided to wait it out. Tom and Larry arrived next, followed by Mike and Delmer. They all listened as Sal recapped the newspaper story.

"It seems that these folks are kind of leftovers from the McCarthy days," Sal began. The boys nodded; they certainly recalled the "Red Scare" that had only come to an end a year or so ago.

Sal continued, "Somehow they think the red and white checker pieces are really symbolic of the Red Russians and the White Russians, from back in the days of the Russian Revolution. Obviously the Reds came out on top. What this has to do with checkers is beyond me, but the article goes on to talk about how the group thinks checkers is a Communist plot to distract Americans from our democratic principles, our American work ethic, and so on. They say anyone who plays checkers is a Red, even if they play the white pieces."

The boys all laughed at that, but it was a nervous sort of laughter.

"Unbelievable," Mike said, "and don't they realize most of us served during the war?" (Editor's note: See our previous Veterans' Day story.)

"Shades of Harvey Hopkins," said Dan, referring to a late 19th century Chicago checkerist who said that nighttime baseball caused youth to degenerate, "except it's checkers instead of baseball, and it's Communism instead of crime."

"No doubt they don't like baseball either," said Delmer, "after all one of the teams is named the Red Sox."

"So what should we do?" said Dan. "The idea of them picketing in front of Deana's cafe isn't a pretty thought."

"Bad for business," Deana said from behind her counter. "I suppose they think cafes are Communist, too, because sometimes I use red food coloring in my baking."

"What's more serious," Sal said, "is their wanting to ban checkers from our schools. We all know that chess and checkers aids mental development, problem solving skills, and a lot more, but this group likely wouldn't agree."

"We need to all show up at that school board hearing next month," Mike said. "We have to make our case about checkers as a force for good rather than whatever they're making it out to be."

"The work of the Commies," said Wayne.

"What about Deana?" Sal asked. "We need to do something for her, too."

"I appreciate the thought, boys," Deana said, "but there's no need. On Monday I'm getting hold of my lawyer and we'll get a Temporary Restraining Order. One of them shoved Sal and I won't stand for it. I won't have any problem convincing the judge to grant the order. But hey, aren't you boys here for checkers? Come on, get with it; there's blueberry crumble today and we all could use a treat. On the house today." Deana paused a minute. "Although I suppose I should have served Red Rice as a lunch special."

The boys laughed again. "Thanks, Deana!" they said in unison.

"You're right, Deana," said Sal. "Let's not let the hooligans spoil our checker fun. I've got a nice problem for you boys to solve this afternoon, and no one has to worry about paying, thanks to Deana." The tradition was that Sal would show a problem, and if the boys (all of whom but one were at least 50 years old) solved it, Sal would buy treats; if they couldn't solve it, they would buy for Sal and his wife Sylvia.

Sal laid out the following position on one of the checkerboards.

"We had a bit of a late start," he said, "so how about we keep it to 45 minutes?" But there was no response as the boys were already deep in study.

When the analysis was in full swing, Sal went over to Deana's counter and slipped her a $5 bill. "Nice of you to offer to treat," he said, "but I owe you for calling the police when things could have turned ugly."

"Thanks, Sal," Deana said. She then refilled everyone's coffee and after 45 minutes, Sal called 'time.'

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Is anyone claiming checkers has an evil political side where you are? We'd be surprised if that were the case, and we certainly hope never to see such a thing. But we suppose anything is possible.

What should surely be possible is for you to solve today's problem, and we ask you to give it your best try. When you're ready, don't protest; just click your mouse on Read More to see the solution and the brief conclusion to our story. And do note that our diagram shows white and black pieces, not white and red.

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Have you ever been unsure about something? We all have. Not everything in life is certain. Sometimes we just give something our best effort and let the chips fall as they will.

Being unsure and having things work out is great. But that can be taken a step further. We can do something and have it work out all the while not knowing why we did what we did and why it worked out. Some might call this luck. Others might call it hidden intuition. However everyone, we would think, would welcome a positive outcome.

Regular contributor Lloyd Gordon of Toronto won in the following position against "Gosh Josh" Gordon in one of their nightly over the board contests. Lloyd's comment was, "I won without even knowing what the move did."

This one isn't difficult at all and we think it qualifies nicely for a traditional beginning of the month speed problem. We do, however, suggest that you try to have an idea of what your candidate moves may do. See how quickly you find the win, knowing for sure that clicking on Read More will show you the solution.

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With the holidays having come and gone for another year, Marvin J. Mavin, the superstar Captain of the Detroit Doublejumpers of the National Checker League, was back on the road.

The League teams didn't play between Christmas and New Year's Day, but the schedule resumed in earnest right afterward, and the Doublejumpers had traveled to Winnipeg, Manitoba, for a three match series with the Winnipeg Wyllies.

Now, Winnipeg in the winter is seriously cold, and January is the coldest month of all. Marvin didn't know how this series got scheduled, but with outside temperatures staying around -10F most of the time, Marvin certainly felt the cold. He barely was able to warm up even indoors, as the hardy Canadians who resided in Winnipeg were used to cold weather and kept indoor temperatures well below 65F.

The Wyllies were a good enough team but not quite a match for the Doublejumpers, and the visiting Detroit team took the first two matches easily enough. Those matches were played at the Winnipeg Convention Centre, which was heated to 60F, still chilly for Marvin, but he made up for it by wearing a heavy woolen sweater.

The third match, though, was going to be different. It was to be part of a winter tradition of having an outdoor event at the coldest time of the year. The match would be played on the frozen ice of the Red River. Limited temporary seating had been arranged and tickets sold out long in advance.

But that wasn't all. Part of the tradition involved setting up portable saunas on the bank of the river, and then cutting a three foot diameter circular hole in the ice, which was a couple of feet thick. Players were expected to spend about 15 minutes in the sauna, and then run out and dive into the hole in the ice, immersing themselves in the frigid water before coming back out, drying off and quickly dressing, and then starting their checker match.

"It's what they do in Scandanavia," the event organizers pointed out. "It's invigorating and refreshing, and sharpens your thinking so you can play your best!"

Marvin tried to opt out but all expectations were that he would participate, and he didn't want to make too much of a fuss given all the trouble he had had with the League over the past months (see previous stories).

The next day came and Marvin was due to enter one of the saunas at 10 in the morning; an early start was necessary as darkness comes early to Winnipeg in the winter. The team bus took everyone down to the assigned place on the river bank.

"Where do I change?" Marvin asked one of the attendants, when Marvin reached Sauna #7.

"Oh, right out here," the attendant said, "we didn't bother with changing rooms because it's just a one-time thing."

"But it's freezing out!"

"Sure, but you'll warm up, the sauna's nice and hot."

Marvin quickly took off his heavy winter parka, gloves, boots, and outer garments, and put on the robe and slippers offered by the attendant. He hustled into the sauna, already shivering.

Inside it was gloriously warm, with steamy, humid air. Marvin relaxed at once on a wooden bench and nearly fell asleep. But a quarter of an hour later the sauna door abruptly opened. The attendant leaned in and said, "Out you go! Time for your dip in the river! Robes off please!"

Marvin slipped off his robe and poked his head out the door. "Time's passing!" the attendant said. "Right this way!" He pointed to a path in the snow leading down to the river.

"You're kidding ... " Marvin began, but the attendant pulled on his arm and soon Marvin was out in the cold air dressed only in slippers and an undergarment.

"Run, boy," said the attendant, "it's better if you do."

Marvin, faced with no option, ran faster than he had probably ever run in his life. But he pulled up short when he reached the hole in the ice."

"In you go!" said another attendant and before Marvin knew it, he had plunged into the hole and down into the super-cold water. It was as if a thousand needles had punctured his body. He let out a yelp as he submerged, but quickly closed his mouth to avoid letting the icy water in. As fast as he could recover he pulled himself up and the attendant helped him out, wrapping him a in large towel.

"Now, back up to the bank!" the man said. Marvin, shivering nearly uncontrollably, again ran at top speed. Up on the bank, a change of clothing and his winter gear awaited him.

He was given a cup of hot chocolate, but no sooner than he could drink it, it was time for him to go back on the ice--- this time, at least, fully clothed in winter garb--- to begin his match.

His opponent was already waiting at Board One. The man's name was Casmir Stonkoluk and he was reputed to be a rough character as well as a skilled professional checkerist. Casmir took one look at Marvin and said, "Enjoy your little winter adventure? I thought it was fun and put me in a mood to get even for the last two matches." Marvin had defeated Casmir twice in a row in the earlier matches of the series.

"I need more hot chocolate," was all Marvin could say as he gave Casmir a quite shaky handshake.

"Cold, are you? Well this is going to be one cold day for you, my American friend, 'cause I'm going to knock you cold--- on the checkerboard, I mean! Don't look like some scared rabbit--- I'm not gonna hurt you too much!" Casmir guffawed. But at that moment the referee's whistle blew and the match began.

Was it that Casmir played better than in previous matches, or did Marvin play worse? Marvin was constantly calling for more cups of hot chocolate, which were duly served by the staff, but the afternoon was wearing on, it was getting colder by the minute, and what was a light breeze was starting to turn into a significant wind.

Marvin was aware of a League rule which stated that the referee could suspend the match if conditions were unfavorable. At one point Marvin actually went to the referee and asked.

"Isn't it kinda, you know, like too cold and windy and stuff to keep playing?"

The referee, one Muskie Muskovich, replied, "You mean you want me to stop the match? Are you joking? We only stop outdoor play when the wind chill hits -100F, and we're only at -75F now. Plenty warm enough. You better go back to your board, your clock's running."

Marvin, continuing to constantly drink hot chocolate and not having time to make it to the restroom, was now squirming in his seat, having a problem besides being cold. The game, however, had reached a critical point. The other games in the match had concluded with the score 2 1/2 - 1 1/2 in favor of the Doublejumpers. To win the match for his team, Marvin needed a draw, but he was a piece down in the following position.

Marvin knew he had to bring the game to a conclusion--- for more than one reason. Quickly, he made his move.

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We hope that you're both warmer and more "relaxed" than Marvin, if you know what we mean. You don't have to go out on the ice nor need you drink hot chocolate (unless you wish to) in order to solve this problem. It's surprisingly easy and very practical. Don't get cold feet; solve the problem and then cool your mouse on Read More to see the solution and the brief conclusion of our story.

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In today's column, we present English draughtsman Ken Lovell, a high level player who has done much to promote draughts (checkers) in the UK. Ken has offered our readers a unique book of his, Draughts Books of the 20th Century, an 86 page compilation, with commentary, of listings of a very large number of books published during the subject time period. Get your free copy here.

Ken was gracious enough to answer our interview questions.

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You have had a long and very distinguished career in playing and promoting draughts. How did you get interested in draughts?

My first serious interest began when as a teenager I found a copy of Derek Oldbury's Move Over in a local library.

Are there any player(s) whom you consider to be a particular inspiration, or mentor?

My dad taught me how to play when I was very young and we had many enjoyable games.

What are a couple of moments in your career that are particularly memorable or noteworthy for you?

Although I've never won any national tournaments I did manage to win the English Amateur Championship in 1985 and the English Matchplay Championship in 2018.

Tell us a little about Ken Lovell the person, of which Ken Lovell the draughts player is a part.

I belong to the Black Country, a small area in England which was at the heart of the industrial revolution.

My working life consisted of a brief period at a grammar school as a chemistry teacher, followed by 26 years as a colour technologist in the plastics industry, from which I was able to take early retirement in 1996.

I'm single but have a lady friend.

Apart from varieties of draughts (Anglo-American, International 10x10 and Canadian) my interests include studying French and Latin, secularism, book-collecting, steam railways, photography, local history and Scrabble.

There are skeptics who think draughts is on an irreversible decline. What would you say to them and what do you see for the future of the Anglo-American style of draughts?

Sadly l would have to agree with them as far as Great Britain is concerned. We are managing to hold national tournaments with generous prizes, but the EDA (English Draughts Association) is struggling and the club scene is virtually dead. In contrast, our game is thriving in other parts of Europe and on other continents--- we can only hope that at some time in the future there will be a revival over here.

Anything else you'd like to add?

I was able to visit the USA in 1983 as a guest of Charles Walker at the International Checker Hall of Fame in PetaI, Mississippi. I was a spectator at the 4th US vs GB and Ireland International match, and was fortunate enough to meet Marion Tinsley and other top players.

I played in the British Open Championship in 1984, when there was an entry of 66, all playing in one section! Eventually the great Asa Long (reigning US Champion) made his way to the top of the pile and won the event. Although I didn't play him I was at his meal table every evening and had the great privilege of pouring his tea--- my claim to fame.

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Ken is modest and a bit laconic, so we sought further commentary from the English Grandmaster Richard Pask. Below are Mr. Pask's reflections on Ken's career.

"He was introduced to the game by his father who, although not aware of the competitive game, was very keen on draughts. The first
tournament Ken attended, as a spectator, was the 1963 English Open Championship, which was held in Scarborough and won by Derek Oldbury. (Ken took the photograph of Derek, wearing dark glasses and smoking, which appeared in the Online Checkers Museum under the photos section. Speaking of which, Ken has always been keen on photography.)

"Ken has played at a solid, expert level for many years and taken part in many national tournaments, in addition to innumerable events in the West Midlands. Like me, Ken was very impressed with Derek Oldbury's excellent treatment of the Pioneer System given in his The Square World magazine and has managed to arrive at 'Diagram C' on hundreds of occasions in his draughts career. 'Boring' this position may be, as per Oldbury, but Ken has registered many wins, losses and draws from it!

"Without doubt, however, Ken is best known for his huge draughts library. It is without doubt the largest of its kind in the UK and Ireland, and surely ranks among the world's top 3 or 4."

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We asked Ken for a favorite checker problem, and he did send along a very nice one. This problem appeared in ECB (Elam's Checker Board) Vol 21 No 1, Page 6970, Jan 1967.

Our thanks to Ken for the book, the interview and the problem. You can click on Read More to see the solution.

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