Chair to Nowhere

Chair to Nowhere


I was stopped in my tracks this morning as I rolled out the door headed for work. There in the street, in front of my house sat this camp chair; A perfectly good camp chair. No one was round that I could see, dawn was just beginning to thrown its illumination on the scene. But, there it stood, a new, kaki-seating device just waiting to be used. I of course grabbed my camera and took the image before it disappeared. I have come across many things as I cruise the street in my Jazzy: railway bolts, shoes, nails, flat rats, gloves, batteries, spike and the list goes on but this was the first time I every came across something useful. My question is, why my house? Unless, the chair was specifically meant for Someone in my household—which I am sure it is not—if the chair randomly fell from the back of someone’s truck or camper, again why in front of my driveway and not Al’s to the South of me or Lou’s to the North. It’s just weird. Just sitting there, waiting, not on it’s side like a casualty of a turn made too short in the predawn dusk. How many of my neighbors drove past the chair? They would have had to swerve to miss it. Why had they not stopped and thrown the chair into the back of their vehicle? WHY,WHY,WHY???. Then I knew the answer: Road fruit. The chair was obviously road fruit so D and I did the only thing imaginable…we harvested it.