This is a chair I bought at a yard sale about six years ago around the corner from the house where I grew up. The woman hosting the sale was a niece of the man who'd lived there and since he'd just passed away it was time to sell everything I suppose. I really never knew him that well but it dawned on me later that when I was a kid he probably read the newspaper I delivered while sitting in this very chair. Now I sit in this chair. I write, sketch and read books. It's strong and comfortable. Seems he broke it in well.