Well, I brought the chair with me to Philadelphia and it sat in a corner in the Club for the Gentry for years and for a while, it became Momcat's perch. She was there every day, all the time. And she'd sharpen her claws on it and eventually she completely destroyed it. Still I didn't throw it away because ... it was the chair that I sat in and wrote all those letters and stories and newspaper articles and it felt somehow important to me. But looking at it yesterday while cleaning I realized that it was time for the chair to go, and time for me to let other things go to make room for the new things.
Goodbye chair of memories.