It's a good chair.

 

From here I have traveled across the lands, not stopping at any borders.  I have flown without buying a ticket or passing through security.  I did not remove my shoes or belt and I didn’t hold out my arms to be scanned.  I simply sat here and thought about my destination.

You, however, can’t come with me.  You can only read of my travels, as I place them here on my blog.  I’m not too concerned about pickpockets, or hijackers, and no matter where I go, it is safe to eat the food and drink the water.  There have never been any surprises.

Instead of a passport, I have a seat cushion on this chair.  It swivels and rolls with little effort.  I can also turn and face any direction.  Like I said, it’s a good chair.

So far, I haven’t pestered you with pictures from my travels.  I do place various photographs here now and then, but just as a break from the blah, blah, blah…

Just as passports expire, I imagine my thoughts will also eventually reach the last page.  There won’t be a ceremony or any hoopla.  Just a pair of not very worn-out shoes sitting at the end of this long path.  The chair, I expect, will roll into some estate sale or just find its way to the curb on trash day.  Hardly a fitting end to such an adventurous life, but then - I'll be off someplace, viewing life from a completely different chair.

Who knows?