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On Monday afternoon I was talking to a friend on the World Chess Network. Terry Lanning is a Canadian and sometimes we play, sometimes we just chat. I excused myself because it was time to go to Rooty Hill to play chess.
When he said he would like to go to London to play chess I was surprised until I realised he meant London, Ontario.
He then told me there was no chess club in his town and said, "Maybe I should start a club."
It reminded me of the time I started a club myself, but it was a club with a difference. It mo-o-o-oved.
Many people, myself included, live on the Blue Mountains but commute to Sydney to work. For the lucky ones that commute takes just over an hour; for the others it can be considerably more. I wondered how many chess players filled in that travel time either by reading the newspaper or catching a few ZZZs. Perhaps they would rather play chess.
So I placed an ad in the local paper.
The response was immediate. Initially I got about a dozen phone calls drew up a schedule of who travelled where and on which train. Then it was just a matter of putting players in touch with each other.
I contacted Fianchetto who wrote the Australian chess column (I don't remember whether that was Phil Viner or Bernie Johnson). There's so much of historical interest in the column relating to clubs and players who made up the Sydney chess scene in the 1970s that I'll reproduce the whole thing, not just the promo for Commuter Chess.
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The publicity certainly helped so I contacted the Gosford Star, located at the heart of another commuter belt. They ran the following story.
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The promotion worked and we managed to get a Central Coast commuter club up and running but since we had no opportunity to play each other we lost contact. I don't know how long they continued to play. It would have been possible to follow up with a promotion on the Illawarra line (to Sydney's south) but after losing contact with the Central Coast it hardly seemed worth the effort.
During the following year State Rail (who operate the railway system in New South Wales) issued regular monthly bulletins to passengers to keep us abreast of trackwork schedules. I wrote to them and asked for a paragraph about commuter chess. They were happy to do that, but also placed a story about it in their staff newspaper. From there it was picked up by Sydney's Daily Telegraph who sent a journalist and photographer to meet us at Central Station.
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Eventually we had around forty players spread across half a dozen different trains, and we'd sometimes get together for a chess evening at somebody's home. The club continued for many years but, with changes in employment and location, the numbers dwindled. I dropped out myself after losing my job in the City in 1991.
Chess certainly filled in a lot of idle, wasted hours.
There's an interesting aside to this story.
Travelling home one afternoon I saw the young guy opposite was reading a chess book. "I've got a set in my bag," I said.
He looked at me, shrugged, and agreed to play. He didn't seem very keen and as soon as we introduced ourselves I realised why. Dan Fardell had just won the Australian Junior Title and was on the way to winning the Alex Szirt Cup at St. George.
He mostly pushed the pieces around waiting for me to do something stupid and I saw an opportunity. The trouble is, it was easy for Dan to see too; so I cheated. To distract him I said, "When in doubt, push a pawn!" and shoved my pawn up the board.
Dan looked at me with what amounted to contempt and said, "I never push pawns without a reason."
Next thing you know he's faced with queen or mate and his mother, who was sitting next to him, said, "I don't usually see people smiling when they play Dan."
I said, "Dan just learned something." Like, don't trust old blokes on trains.
Let me tell you, he had no trouble winning the rest of our games.
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