Milfred was my most challenging opponent... my only opponent really. We started playing chess against each other in grade six. We played constantly, throughout the years, even when thousands of miles apart. No matter where life took us. He beat me routinely, except on the odd occasion, until about two years ago. He shot himself... out of the blue. No explanation, from anyone. My board remains frozen, in his memory. And I had him! SOB! I know he is laughing about it, too. He loved to laugh.