Exactly why we bought the marble chess set in Juarez I cannot say. I only remember my father and mother carrying the heavy board and paper bag of pieces through crowded streets firecracker hot with the smell of mammon. The set sat on our coffee table for years. We learned the basics of the game but never moved with much skill. We were more checker people. But the heavy board and pieces served as icons in the tale of the time the baptist preacher and his wife jewed a man down one day in a reeky border town.