February 27th, 2010 The Old Rocking Chair
On this particular summer morning I strolled out, with my coffee and paper, and eased into the old girl, which, without warning, split into a billion pieces. I crashed to the floor. The coffee, instead of going into my mouth, ended up all over my shirt and jeans.
I rolled over, dried myself off with the newspaper, and stood up. “That’s it!!” I yelled as I kicked the billion old rocking chair parts off the deck into the yard. “I need a new chair” I thought in disgust.
That evening, after work, I searched around on-line for a new chair without much luck. Nothing I came across seemed to have that “WOW” factor.
“Im gonna miss that old squeaky chair” I thought as I watched it burn in the fire pit, while sitting at my new Strathwood 3-Piece Bistro Set

















