As I waited for the Friday afternoon rain to stop, I began the depressing task of packing for the long trip home after one more intellectually inspiring vacation to Kiawah. I gave our beach chairs the place of honor (just like Aunt Edna) by tying them down on top of the good old 4 wheeled drive sleigh, and saying to myself “Self, We might be able to use our chairs for one more year”. After arriving at the good old homestead, enduring twelve intense hours of driving, what choice do I have other than to begin the meticulous process of chair preservation? I started by giving each chair a cleansing shower which washed away the beach residue while leaving all of their fond memories. I put special oil on all of their joints so that they would not creek and moan, as my joints do, and carefully placed them in a climate controlled spot in their home (the good old shed). This would ensure they would rest comfortably for the following year before coming out of their slumber to once a...