In a folder of family papers my father owns, there is a folded sheet of heavy paper with a Russian imperial eagle at the top, a pressed seal at the bottom, and writing I cannot read. The print is in
How AI Read My Ancestor’s 1864 Russian Passport
A book that started in the 1990s and I am only finishing now
Every Christmas, for most of my adult life, I have sat down with my father to play chess. He always wins. This is not a story about dramatic reversals. My ELO rating, if I had one, would probably be negative.