13970.THE FARTHEST CHAIR

THE FARTHEST CHAIR

Maybe it was always my way, but I've

always sat in the farthest chair from

anything. So far that museum guards

would chide me for distance and sight

lines, and the country priests would

complain about what I could possibly

hear at such distance. I never cared.

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Bawling babies and flatulent fathers?

Illustrated maps of Neanderthal sites

with dotted markings of some tribes

movement? What's any of that to me?

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At 18 I stole a car and drove away,

never returning home until the twelfth

of never had been a song for years. I 

sat in the rear of my yard, in a very

distant chair which had been there for

years, and no one ever noticed my

return, nor my presence.

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You can learn a lot from seeing afar.