I was sitting here all alone deep in thought reflecting on all the years that have passed me by. I remember the kids running around playing with their toys while I sat I watched. They're all grown up now, my how the time flies. I remember sitting reading the newspaper. That was my joy coffee, newspaper, my chair. I was in love, maybe more so with my chair than my wife . I'm not sure if that's why she left but I don't care I still have my chair.

Thank you Herman Miller for my chair..

Story by Antony L.

Chair by Herman Miller