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The Right Moves: My Life in Chess
By Art Bisguier (with Bo and Chatty)

Chapter One: Pawn to King Four – The Bronx Beginnings

I was born on October 8, 1929, in the Bronx, the same month the stock market crashed. Maybe that’s why I always grew up careful with my pawns—early sacrifices never came easy to me. My father, a mathematician by training, worked as an actuary. My mother kept the home steady, and neither of them played chess. But one day, around the age of four or five, I watched my older brother play with a friend on a folding board in the kitchen. I didn’t understand the moves, but I was hooked by the shape of the pieces. The knight looked like it had something to say.

Like a lot of kids in those days, we didn’t have much. The Bronx was tough but tight-knit. You had to earn your place in any group—be it stickball or chess—and respect wasn’t handed out like candy. I didn’t talk much, but when I had something to say, I made sure it was worth hearing. That trait worked well in chess too. No wasted moves. No bragging. Just precision.

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