I had always loved the old set and hated to see it go, particularly the chair with Michael’s name carved in the back. But the ancient card table and four chairs took up too much space after the move.
By the side of the road with a “Free!” sign on them, the set sat there for less than a day.
Except for one chair.
For a month I put the chair out every day it wasn’t snowing, but no luck.
I finally gave up.
Michael, you may be gone, but, for better or worse, your chair is here to stay.
Yes, 2nd story – the first just bugged me too much. I wrote it trying to be silly, but coming back to it I read it as abusive. Not my intention at all! So I am takign it down and putting this in it’s place.
(Edit) – OK, I am putting the first back up as well… I’m sure people know I wouldn’t put something up that made humor of a disability and understand it was just being silly.
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