A Wonderful Chair
Every so often, I am reminded of the reason that I do what I do. As a child I loved finding interesting and unusual things, I collected them to the point that my mother gave up attempting to manage or have me manage my bedroom – a wonderful (to me) and messy (to my mother) array of toys, coins, stamps, shells, mineral specimens, sports cards, posters, football stickers off of Chichita bananas,...