Back when my wife and I first got married my wife's mother gave us a chair. We used it for a few years and then it was banished to the basement. There it sat for years, used by a few cats and as catch all, it was a little shabby. Instead of hauling it out in one piece I decided to cut it in half with the sawzall. As I finished the cut I heard a clink on the floor, I looked down and there laid a brass Zippo. I showed it to my wife and she said it was her fathers. My father-in-law was a pipe and cigar smoker, and we spent some times together enjoying the leaf. I can't say why I decided to cut the chair up, but I'm glad I did.
