Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Chess, My Favorite Game


U.S. Armed Forces Chess Championship 1963, Washington D.C.

Mang Bading’s barber shop was very popular in my neighborhood when I was growing up. Mang Bading had only one barber’s chair but his place attracted many -- not for haircuts but for entertainment and amusement. There were benches and chairs outside the shop where the regular visitors would be playing dama (Filipino checkers) and chess while onlookers gathered around the games. I played dama with my Uncle Pelagio frequently but I wasn’t good enough to challenge any of the regular players at the barber shop. After school I would often stop by the barber shop to watch people play dama and chess. I wasn’t very interested in chess at the time. Although I knew the basic rules of the game, I thought it was too complicated.

I became more interested in chess when I was 14 years old. My high school friend, Eliezer Fortunato, and I liked to compete with each other on just about anything, so since we were both chess beginners of the same level, we were having fun playing the game. I remember we played chess in class at the back of the classroom while Mrs. Del Mundo, our history teacher, was lecturing about Jose Rizal.

Every time I lost to Eliezer I would try to analyze my mistakes. I started reading chess books from the library to learn more about the game. It didn’t take long before Eliezer could no longer beat me.

The Fernandez family was one of my mother’s customers in her laundry business. They lived close by. I came to their house often to pick up and deliver laundry. One day on one of my visits I saw Mr. Fernandez on the patio in front of a chessboard with no opponent. He was studying a chess book. I politely interrupted his concentration and asked him about the book. It was a book by Horowitz and Reinfeld titled “How to Think Ahead in Chess”. I think he was more interested in playing against somebody than studying a book, so he asked me if I played. I told him I was a beginner. He challenged me to a game, so we set up the pieces and started playing. I stayed at his place for hours. I knew my mother would be worried. I was having fun even though I was losing every game. Later he asked me if I would like to borrow his book and I gladly accepted. It was dinner time when I got home. I explained to my mother what took me so long to deliver laundry and I was surprised that all I got was a scolding and no spanking.

I studied Reinfeld from cover to cover. The book taught me strategy playing white or black from the opening to the middle game. To this date, I still play the Stonewall Attack, which I first learned in the book.

Mr. Fernandez and I became chess partners. He would frequently send a maid over to summon me for a chess game. Sometimes I would stay at their house and have dinner with the family so we could play more chess afterwards. My game had improved and the more I beat him, the more he was eager to play. By the time I left the Philippines to join the Coast Guard, Mr. Fernandez could seldom win a game.

After I was allowed to play a game at Mang Bading’s barber shop one day, knowledge of my chess ability spread around the neighborhood. The rule was that the loser gets up and another person challenges the winner, and I held my chair until it was time to quit. People in adjoining neighborhoods would come to the barbershop with the hope of being able to play me. I very seldom lost.

Mang Bading gave me a haircut just before I entered the service. His advice was to keep up with my chess. It would make me famous someday, he said. He also told me not to forget to bring him back an Oster hair clipper when I came home to visit.

In the summer of 1960 after completing my steward training in California, I reported to my first duty station at the Coast Guard Air Station in St Petersburg, Florida as a steward apprentice. I met three Filipino steward old timers there: SD1 Danny Busabos, SD3 Sam Manese and TN Bert Amano. Busabos was the boss. I found them very friendly and accommodating. With the old timers coaching me, I quickly learned my duties of cleaning the officer’s quarters and serving meals in the wardroom. Liberty was granted at 4 PM. Every third day I was the Duty Steward. That meant I had to stay on base to serve the evening meals and breakfast the next morning for the duty officers.

There was nothing much for me to do after 4 PM when I didn’t have the duty. I didn’t have a car and public transportation from the base was non-existent. I stayed on the base most of the time except on occasion when I was invited by other shipmates to join them on liberty to check out the bars in town.

Saturday night was a special night for the Filipinos. They would dress in suit and tie for and evening of ballroom dancing at the St. Petersburg Coliseum. Busabos asked me to come along one Saturday night. I bought my first suit to be able to attend the dance at the Coliseum. I had a great time. There were an abundance of women to dance with and many liked to dance with the Filipinos.

The Coliseum Ballroom is located in central St Petersburg across from the Shuffleboard Club. One Saturday night we were on our way to the Coliseum for another evening of ballroom dancing. Busabos was the duty driver. All the parking spaces on the streets around the Coliseum were taken so Busabos had to park a block away on the other side of the Shuffleboard Club. We took a short cut and walked through the Shuffleboard Club property to get to the Coliseum. It was around 8 PM and the property was dark. I noticed small a building on the property that had its lights on and I could see through the windows there were people inside playing chess. It was the St. Petersburg Chess Club. I was thrilled about my discovery. I knew I would go back very soon to see if I could play chess there.

I walked to the chess club from the base the next day. It was about a 2-mile walk. The club was open when I arrived. There were about 15 chess tables and several games in progress. Most of the players were senior citizens. I was welcomed by someone who introduced himself as the club’s secretary. He recognized me as a non-member and told me it would cost me $2 to play for the day. After I gave him my $2, he matched me up with another person who was looking for a game. I talked to my opponent a lot while we played. I told him I was a Coast Guard serviceman assigned at the Air Station. My opponent informed me that servicemen didn’t have to play a guest fee, so I got my $2 back after I showed the club secretary my military ID.

The St. Petersburg Chess Club became my regular hang out. The people there were friendly. I became a club member in no time. The club had chess books and magazines available to members and I borrowed many of their publications to help improve my game. The city library was close to the chess club. I also studied every book they had on chess. I joined the United States Chess Federation (USCF) so I could compete in rated tournaments in the area, including the Club Championship. The reigning club champion was Dr. Roger Carlyle, who had held the title for several years prior to my arrival. In 1961, I won the St. Petersburg Chess Club Championship and became an “Expert” as rated by the USCF. (An Expert has a numerical rating between 2000 and 2199. Above that, the next level is a Master. My current USCF rating is 2142). I maintained my Expert rating by winning many USCF-rated chess competitions all over Florida.

Somehow along the way, the Coast Guard learned about my chess skills. Early in 1963, the Coast Guard was looking for a chess-playing member to represent the service in the 4th Annual Armed Forces Chess Championship in Washington, D.C. I was offered a chance to play in a preliminary event in Norfolk to select the six team members for the Sea Services team to compete against the Army and the Air Force in November that year. I was the only Coast Guard participant in the Sea Services’ preliminary tournament. The other entrants were from the Navy and Marine Corps. After three days of play, I finished fifth place in a field of 20 players. Six top finishers were selected to form the team: four Navy, one Marine Corp and me.

The 4th Annual Armed Forces Chess Championship was held in Washington D.C. in the fall of 1963. There were three teams (Army, Air Force and Sea Services) competing for the team championship and 18 players for the individual championship. This was the first time the Coast Guard was represented in this annual competition. I received TAD orders to participate in this two-week event. Louise, who was pregnant with Tina at the time, accompanied me. Dave was one year old and the grandparents babysat him.

Each participant played nine games against players from the opposing teams. When it was all over, the Air Force won both the team title and individual title. The champion was CMSgt Irwin Lyon. He scored 7-1/2 (7 wins 1 loss and 1 draw). I came in 4th place with a score of 5-1/2 (5 wins, 2 losses and 1 draw).

A special award, the Brilliancy Prize was given to the player who played the most brilliantly played game as determined by the tournament director. I was given the award for a beautifully executed attack playing the Sicilian Dragon against Navy Commander Eugene Sobczyck. The Sicilian Dragon is a defense against white’s king pawn opening. I first learned this defense from the book “How to Think Ahead In Chess” that I borrowed from Mr. Fernandez when I was learning the game.

Following my return from Washington DC, I continued to play chess at the St. Petersburg chess club, where Louise’s parents had to track me down the night that Tina was born.

Although I did not win the championship on this first try, the Coast Guard was appreciative of my effort and was proud of my performance. The Coast Guard Commandant, Admiral E. J. Roland sent me a personal letter of appreciation. The event was covered in a Navy Times article, describing me as the “little Filipino giant killer, a stewardsman from the USCGC Nemesis in St. Petersburg, Florida” who beat three veteran players and drew with another veteran whose rating was slightly below Master level.

My participation in the 4th Annual Armed Forces Chess Championship became a stepping stone to many more. Year after year, the Coast Guard would give me TAD orders to play in this annual event. The Commandant even pulled me out of isolated duty at LORSTA Batan to play in this event in Washington. I always did well, finishing second or third place every time, but the Sea Services team would always come in last in the team competition.

On my eighth attempt in 1972, I became the Armed Forces Chess Champion, scoring 9 wins, 2 draws and no loss. The Sea Services, for the first time in the Armed Forces chess history, won the Team Championship as well. My performance earned me my USCF Masters rating. The Navy Times and other service publications covered this event and I was also featured on the cover of Chess Life, the United States Chess Federation official magazine.

I quit competing in the Armed Forces after 1972 as my career grew more demanding. As a Coast Guard officer, I took on more and more responsibilities as I gained seniority. I participated in tournaments when my work schedule permitted. I held my Masters rating for a few more years after winning the Armed Forces Chess Championship. In 1995, I retired from playing USCF-rated chess events as a USCF Expert.

Today, I still enjoy chess very much. I like to visit Market and Powell Streets in San Francisco to take on the chess hustlers for a dollar a game. I win more than I lose, and every time I win I still give my opponent his dollar back for playing me. I play speed chess on the Internet as it keeps my mind active and sharp.

Mang Bading was right when he predicted that chess would make me ‘famous’. When I went back to visit the Philippines in 1968, he was still cutting hair in his one-chair barber shop. I brought him an Oster haircutting kit as a homecoming gift.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Run, Tekka, Run

I hated dogs when I was growing up. Dog owners in my Santol neighborhood let their dogs run loose, and most of them had not had rabies vaccine. A vicious dog attacked me when I was about seven years old. I had to suffer through rabies shots in my back daily for 20 days. It was a painful experience and I was miserable.

Throughout my life I avoided dogs. When I married Louise and raised a family our three children were not allowed to have a dog for a pet. They had goldfish and chameleons.

Then I met Tekka, a beagle-hound mix that my daughter Tina and her husband Dave had adopted from an animal rescue center in the Bay Area. I see Tekka at least once a week when we have our family get-together. She is so much fun, always playful and full of energy. There is no meanness in her. Tekka changed my attitude towards dogs. Now I understand the expression, a dog is a man’s best friend.

Friday, July 17, 2009

The Philippines is in His Heart


Tim Tebow, a sophomore at the University of Florida, was born in the Philippines in the slums of Mindanao. He is now a football star playing for the Gators and the first sophomore to win the much-coveted Heisman Trophy, given to only the best football players.

His parents were Baptist church missionaries in Cotabato during his conception and birth. His mother contracted dysentery while pregnant; the Filipino doctor recommended abortion but the mother refused. Tim Tebow was born a normal infant.

Tim will most likely be offered a professional football career when he gets out of college but he is considering going back to Mindanao to help run the orphanage that his father founded.

Tim’s truly amazing success story was featured as a cover article in the July issue of the Filipinas Magazine. Read the Filipinas Magazine article

George Carlin's Views on Aging


George Carlin (1937-2008) was not only a talented comedian but also a philosopher. A friend sent me this piece of Carlin’s. It is absolutely brilliant. I would like to share this with my fellow Mapa HS ’57 graduates and others our age for their enjoyment.

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George Carlin's Views on Aging

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.

'How old are you?' 'I'm four and a half!' You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.

You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.

'How old are you?' 'I'm gonna be 16!' You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life ! You become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony.YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling.. What's wrong? What's changed?

You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone...

But! wait!! ! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!

So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40,REACH 50 and make it to 60.

You've built up so much speed that you HIT70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!

You get into your 80's and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; 'I Was JUST 92.'

Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. 'I'm 100 and a half!'

May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

HOW TO STAY YOUNG

1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3.Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever, even ham radio. Never let the brain idle. 'An idle mind is the devil's workshop.' And the devil's family name is Alzheimer's.

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6... The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips.. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,but by the moments that take our breath away.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

My War Story

I am trying to recollect my childhood days as far back as I can. I remember being in an air raid shelter somewhere around Manila. It must have been when the American forces had just started liberating the Philippines from the Japanese before the end of WWII. I was four years old. Bombs were falling and exploding around us. My mother wanted me very close to her while she was saying the rosary with other women in the shelter. I was too young to be scared. I can’t remember how long we stayed in the shelter.

The next thing I remember was when there was no more bombing and I was playing with other kids in the streets of Manila. Occasionally, military jeeps would pass by loaded with GI’s and we would attempt to chase them yelling “victory Joe, victory Joe”, our arms raised with the ‘V’ finger sign for victory. They would toss Hershey’s chocolate bars at us. It must have been a fun experience because I can still remember it.

Fast forward to 1984. I was in the U.S. Coast Guard working at the Electronics Engineering Center (EECEN) in Wildwood, NJ. I worked with Joe Daly, who was one of the design engineers at the Center. He had been employed at EECEN for 20 years or so and he was close to retirement.

One Friday afternoon after work, Joe and I were talking shop over a beer at Crest Tavern, a favorite hang out just outside the Center. After a few beers, our conversation drifted to relating our life experiences. He was amazed to hear my story on how I joined the Coast Guard from the Philippines and how I became a Coast Guard officer. Then he told me his story.

Joe was a WWII veteran. He was in the Army Air Corp and flew bombing missions in Manila. I told him that while he was dropping bombs at 30,000 feet I was in an air raid shelter below, and if just one of his bombs had hit us I wouldn’t be at the Crest Tavern having beer with him 40 years later! Joe gave an indulgent smile. We finished our beer and went home.

Monday, July 13, 2009

The Battle of Dona Maria

We just celebrated Independence Day two weeks ago. We had a barbecue in our backyard. When it got dark it was time to watch the fireworks, and we could see some from our backyard coming from Six Flags Discovery Kingdom in Vallejo. It wasn't much of a fireworks display due to the distance but it was good enough for me.

Fireworks bring back memories of my pre-teen days in Santol. My family lived on Dona Maria Street. We didn't have fireworks but we had 'paputok' (firecrackers) to welcome the New Year. We also made cannons out of bamboo, and kerosene as the explosive charge. We placed the kerosene inside the bamboo at the base and heated it through a small hole, using lit candles. When the gas from the kerosene mixed with oxygen in the air, putting a flame near the hole would ignite the oxygen-kerosene gas mixture and would cause an explosion and a loud 'bang'. To make more fun we would use empty Carnation milk cans as projectiles.

One afternoon just before New Year's Day, the boys were playing with two bamboo cannons. We divided into two groups and we pretended we were in battle shooting our cannons at each other. I was the cannoneer in our group. I was straddling the bamboo cannon, loading it with milk can projectile and pointing the cannon to the 'enemy' located about 50 yards from us.

We were firing volleys at each other about every 30 seconds. I heard a loud bang coming from the 'enemy' cannon, I looked up and I felt something hit me between the eyes. It was a Carnation milk can. They scored a direct hit! The blood was streaming down my face. Luckily I had a neighbor who was a nurse. She treated my battle wound right away. I had a 1/2 inch cut at the bridge of my nose -- nothing serious. Some Mercurechrome and band-aid took care of it. The Battle of Dona Maria had ended.

Related Post: Happy New Year: Philippine Style

LUCENA CITY--A retired band member in this city has fashioned a cannon out of a PVC (polyvinyl chloride) pipe, turning it into a hot-selling noisemaker to welcome the New Year.

John Almario, 37, got the idea from the "boga" cannon invented by the CaviteƱos.

He bought a red PVC "bazooka" in Cavite last year, tinkered with its parts and mechanisms, added some innovations and came up with his own design.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Paglingon..Pagtingin.. Pagtanaw

By Erlinda Andal

PAGLINGON sa nakaraan,PAGTINGIN sa kasalukuyan,at PAGTANAW sa hinaharap

Habang binabasa ko ang palitan ng karanasan ng grupo nina Efren parang may nabuo sa aking isipan ang mas malalim na kahulugan ng pagkakasama sama ng Class '57.

PAGLINGON sa nakaraan

Sa ating mga kasayahan at pagsasama sama binabakas natin ang lumipas na panahon habang nasa PAARALANG MAPA.Ang kaayusan nito,ang mga silid aralan,ang mga tagpuan,ang mga activities na luminang sa ating mga kakayahan at kasanayan at higit sa lahat ang mga gurong nagpanday ng ating mga kaisipan.

Binabakas din natin ang mga karanasan sa buhay,ang hirap at ginhawang nadama natin sa panahon ng ating pag aaral,ang ating pagtahak sa landas ng TAGUMPAY.

Binabakas din natin ang mga babae at lalake na ating hinangaan at naging inspirasyon sa loob ng paaralan.Ang ibang love team ay nagkatuluyan habang ang iba naman ay hindi.

Noon partikular lang tayo sa ating kapangkat di natin alintana ang ibang seksyon.

Marahail marami pang maidurugtong dito.

PAGTINGIN sa kasalukuyan

Sa ating umpukan di maiiwasang magtanungan sa isa't isa.Ano tayo sa kasalukuyang panahon? Ano ang HATID TAGUMPAY ng paaralang nagpanday ng ating mga kakayahan?

Siempre may pinalad bunga ng talino,pagsisikap,at pagtitiyaga at mayroon din namang iba na di pinalad na maiangat ang buhay bunga ng iba't ibang kadahilanan.Nakaukit iyan sa ating kapalaran.

Marami pa rin tayong masasabi ukol dito.

PAGTANAW sa hinaharap

Ano ang bahaging ginagampanan natin sa kasalukuyan bilang paglingon sa paaralang ating pinagtapusan?Umiisip tayo ng ibat ibang paraan upang makatulong sa mga batang nagaaral sa kaalukuyan sapagkat TINATANAW natin ang tagumpay nila sa hinaharap.

Tinatanaw natin na sa kinabukasan ay higit na tagumpay ang kanilang makakamit.

Marami pa rin tayog masasabi ukol dito.

Ito lang ang mga bahagi ng kwentong buhay ng class'57 na nabuo sa aking isipan. Mga nilalang ng Panginoon na noong haiskul days ay di mgakakakilala ang nanggaling sa ibat ibang seksyon subalit itinadhana ng Poong Maykapal na magkasama sama sa isang dakilang layunin.

Maraming salamat sa pagbasa nyo itong ating kwento ng buhay.

Ang inyong lingkod,
Linda
June 24, 2009

Friday, July 10, 2009

What is Halo-halo?


Halo-halo is a mixture of many ingredients in a tall glass. It is a favorite Filipino dessert or snack that is popular on hot summer days. The common ingredients are sweet preserved beans (red beans, chick peas), coconut meat (macapuno), jackfruit (langka), pounded dried rice (pinipig), sweet yam (ube), cream flan (leche flan), shreds of sweetened plantain (saba), filled with crushed ice, milk (or coconut milk) and topped with ice cream.

I remember my childhood days in Santol (a small neighborhood on the eastern part of Manila) where I would go to Aling Elma's sari-sari store for a halo-halo treat. It cost 25 centavos, but since I normally didn't have 25 centavos to spend, Aling Elma would put it down in our family ‘charge’ account that was usually paid off at the end of the month, more like our credit card account of today. My halo-halo purchase would have to be pre-approved by my mother before I could proceed with the purchase.

I live in Benicia, CA with Louise, my wife of 47 years. I still indulge in halo-halo and there are so many places around here were anyone could get one. My favorite place as at the bottom of the hill from our house, The Hula Hut, a Hawaiian-Filipino restaurant. Louise is from Florida. She had never tasted halo-halo until we met. Over the years she has acquired a taste for it and now she enjoys it more than I do!