random_recliner ovenbird Perhaps the parent to the random_footstools dotting the sidewalks in other cities. It was leather and in surprisingly good condition. It looked like a cow out there–dark hide, sturdy hooves, one ear pierced with a white tag that said “free.” Free…I was jealous. I wondered if I could lie next to the sidewalk and find my freedom too. Maybe someone would see my potential beneath the grime and clean me up and give me another chance at life. I’m not ready for the landfill yet, though I’ve seen better days. Maybe “free” means asking for nothing in return. Maybe “free” means forgetting that you’re worth anything at all. Maybe “free” means being thrown away and found again when you least expect it. Someone took the recliner. There’s a strange and shining hope in that. 260930 what's it to you? who go blather from