About a month and a half ago, John and Gerie lit a large bonfire in the back yard as they often
do. John placed an beat-up recliner/rocker stuffed with bad old memories on the fire. The blasted
thing blazed away fiercely for some time, John howling and dancing in glee (which was some feat,
with his bad back). His demons vanquished, John rested much easier. Here lie the remains of said
recliner, nothing more than charred and rusted metal.

Perhaps it is time to bury what little remains...