From the Chair

I often think of my Grandpa when I sit in his chair we inherited. Dilapidated-looking as it is, it still rocks; the cushions are still soft and its kind like he was. If he could hear the creaks it makes now, he would probably grin and make a good joke about it. He might even pull out his harmonica and play us a tune while rocking and creaking in his chair. Life was simple and good with Grandpa.

Like Martin Crane, another connoisseur of old chairs, I love meaningful things; not necessarily new things, or things with fancy titles, but good things. No, I don’t mind an ugly chair.

A news anchor or two recently commented on how small town people are

Note the halos

Note the halos

generally uneducated and uninformed about the ways of the world…you know how some journalists speak in various shades of yellow…and when they start using words like folksy,  I usually tune them out. I just wonder if they had sat in my small town Grandpa’s chair for a while, looked at all the small town houses (and big city bridges) he designed over the years and considered the foxholes he spent time in– if they would have learned something about small town people with old chairs. Not everyone can get comfortable in furniture marred with duct tape and cracks —old surfaces are a distraction to some who have trouble seeing their worth.

Maybe those journalists don’t know how many old chair owners listened to their statements and wondered if the education that put them in their anchor’s chair was a lot like how many products are made today—built to break?

I’m all for education of all kinds: formal, self-education—many of us are a combination of the two. But there’s no replacing wisdom.

What Is This Thing?

Is anyone tired of Shoppingmas season yet? I don’t understand how zombies, vampires and superheros can be so popular, so revered, and yet the only man with actual superpowers loses His holiday to a shopping frenzy. Sheesh.

I’m a bit tired of being sold-to this week, how about you? What I’ve really been enjoying is family. My family has been dwindling of late, but for Thanksgiving, my brother brought his girlfriend and her kids over to help celebrate–it was nice to have a few more people to make happy noises and eat turkey with.

We also discovered this.


It was mixed in with my Dad’s belongings. Once we finally realized how it went together, we were left wondering….what is it? I’m fascinated by this piece. Is it a cowboy relic? A simple family heirloom? A mystery that may have to be in my next book? Probably. There aren’t any manufacturer markings on it, and it’s obviously hand-carved. Want to take a guess?

I would love to know more about this, even if it’s just the time period. For whoever can clue me in on this (travel candle holder?) interesting contraption, will get a free copy of my next book, Wake.

Wakefront copy

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