Old Chair Guilt

By Jim Hagarty
2012

This summer I took a vanload of junk to the landfill in my town and felt pretty guilty as I threw all this stuff in the dump.

Things such as my old broken office chair.

I just hate to fill up that big hole with all this stuff.

Meanwhile, the entire Stratford Fairgrounds complex with its several big buildings is being torn down and almost all of it will end up in the same hole. Along with a Tim Hortons coffee shop which will soon come down and a Kentucky Fried Chicken which disappeared last month. They are all going into the same hole as my junk.

Oh well. I still feel guilty.

Some alien from Europa will visit this planet a few thousand years from now, dig up my chair and say, “What the hell?”

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.