JOE KELLY                     
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Column for 7.6.11
Most men have an easy chair. I have a great easy chair.

In fact, I’ve had the same easy chair for many years. Now that I think about it, I can’t remember life without my easy chair, although there must have been such a time.

Alas, my easy chair, which is a La Z Boy, is worn, stained, has a small rip in the fabric and doesn’t work as smoothly as it once did. When the wooden handle on the side is pulled back, the chair’s occupant, which has been exclusively me for all these years, can sit back and relax as a footrest comes up. Go all the way back and it’s like being in a bed. Maybe it would work better if oiled.

I’m trying to work up the courage to take the chair out to the curb. I’ll probably do it tomorrow. I should have gotten rid of it long ago.

The chair is green with a white pattern. The colors were once greener and whiter than they are now.

The name La Z Boy is significant and appropriate. It isn’t a La Z Girl. It’s a La Z Boy. Maybe it’s just me, but I never see women relaxing in an easy chair.

The La Z Boy has been used to watch much TV over the years. I’ve bounced up and down in that chair during many seasons of Yankee baseball, Giant football and Syracuse basketball. That probably explains the sagging seat cushion.

The chair has been a place to eat meals, tray on lap, which explains some - but not all - of the stains.

The chair has been a place to write, laptop on lap. In fact, I started writing what you are reading in my easy chair.

There have been times when I’ve woken in the middle of the night and couldn’t fall back to sleep. I got out of bed, grabbed a blanket, went to the easy chair and fell asleep.

The chair has been a place to get well in. More than a few colds have been spent resting in that chair, a box of Kleenex and a glass of orange juice on the side table.

Everyone has worries. Guess where I’ve spent much of my worrying time.

Something I’ve noticed: If someone is in my living room, they won’t sit in that chair. There’s no sign prohibiting that. They just seem to know that is my easy chair and they sit elsewhere, which is fine with me.

I have no idea what that chair cost. But it goes without saying that is was worth more than what I paid.

Now that I’ve had a few minutes here to think, I’ve decided not to put the chair out to the curb tomorrow. I’ll wait another week, or maybe two. I don’t want to do anything rash.