Some adirondacks are too big, some are too small. Some are too skinny, some are too tall. Some adirondacks keep pinching your knees. Some adirondacks fly away on the breeze. Some adirondacks tip back so you'll never get out. Some adirondacks are not very stout. My Weekender Chair will answer your prayer, built right here in Maine by a craftsman with care. Hey, I'm a poet and I never realized that I was one.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
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