In a bizarre twist, while out on a nice walk and bike with the partner, we came across exactly the hardware I need to fix the chess table I found the other day—a threaded insert and matching hanger bolt ...inside another discarded chess table stand of the same type sitting out with someone's garbage. They're keeping the tabletop/board, thankfully (or maybe someone else took it), leaving the stand for me to disassemble.
Having in my stewardship an exquisite Italian chess table—repaired by the good fortune of a summer gleaning miracle and packed with my restored antique set and all the fun fairy pieces I've crafted, altogether among my most prized possessions—has presented a surprising challenge for me in our new home, where we've decided to live on the floor, futon-style, in a rather small room: I keep banging my fucking head on it REALLY hard.
Fortunately, I spent all that time putting weights in the pieces, so they never fall over.
