On a warm Fall night in the Midwest, spirits were high and so where the dancing flames.
The gathering needed more fuel to energize the already cackling fire the group had huddled around.
One member, with beer in hand exclaimed “ Let’s search that barn over there! I bet we can find something to burn.” The group with wide eyed grins agree, and the party set off.
The Barn was old, Dilapidated, in need of serious repair. Hay bails strewn about the place with tall, thick, beamed rafters over head.
As the group pushed there way through they came to a big, blue plastic tarp, what laid underneat?
With a rush of hands the tarp was ejected into the air... only to unveil what could only be recognized as a Lay - Z - Boy Recliner.
Official, worn, used and abused. This one object of personal relaxation was now being primed to meet a demise in sacrificial flames in the trade off for enjoyment.
The Lay -Z Caracas was drug to the circle of fire.. and HEAVED into the bath of flames.
The flames splashed, rose and glorified the offering. The cheap material burned with an experiential energy blast.
The group of friends rejoyced,told tales, enjoyed there Brews in the Fall night air.
The pictures do not do the recliner justice on how well it went out in a Blaze of Glory
Thank you for reading!! Jason