The past few summers I noticed and strange man sitting at the corner of America’s Cup Ave. and Thames St. This older man was patiently sitting next to the XXXX monument in his kaki shorts and t-shirt.  So many times I had driven past him but never really noticed him.  I always assumed he was a local worker relaxing for lunch. It wasn’t until I stopped at the light right next to his perch that I got the chance to take a closer look.  I was surprised by what I saw. By his side was a chessboard and small sign. The sign said,” Play the Master.” Quickly I pulled out my camera and snapped a picture. I hoped that I might have a chance to sit and talk with him on another day. I was curious as to who this so called master was and how he acquired the title. Unfortunately, I never got the chance to hear his story. With any luck though, again this summer he will be seated on his throne waiting for his next opponent to take his challenge. I’ve been practicing my game all winter in the hopes that I can give him a run for his money. Because, if I win, he will then have to call me 'THE MASTER!'

~The Student