The inevitable July/August migration has once again ensnared me and my English colleague, Michael Hughes, in it’s grip. However, instead of delving into the wonders of the northern, mid and far west, we have chosen to visit the extraordinary beauty of the American and Canadian northeast. Frankly, the entire continent is extraordinary, so I need not laud any further.
Before departing, however, I went and kicked my chair once again to see if I could get it verbalizing anew. The chair duly noted my clumsiness and commented on my journey with Mr. Hughes. “That’s the chap that looks like a light bulb with ears,” the chair said. ” One of my favorites of your kind of people, because he really seems to care about my kind of people.”
“You are not people,” I said, “but you are right,” I agreed, “he is a dealer’s dealer and we are heading for Washington, DC and then north to Boston, Portland eventually up into Canada.”
“Hmmpf,” the chair mumbled.
“Do I detect a little jealousy?”
“Let me tell you where I have been,” the chair started to say, but I was ready to go.
“I’ll send you a post card from Halifax.” The chair was obviously miffed, but more amazing than that was that I said I would send it a post card! Clearly, anthropomorphism of some sort was entering my brain. I just hoped that no other objects were going to declare their humanity to me. One grumpy chair is enough.