I begin with a confession. I stole the red chair. Not at first, but later. I moved into my office in the Moore Building at Penn State in 1994, and there in the hallway was an amazing red chair. It was worn and marked to be moved to salvage, but it was also very cool and looked comfortable. Like Goldilocks, I tried it out and moved it into my office, thinking that with a little red duct tape it would be just right. And taking something marked for salvage wasn't exactly stealing. It was only reducing the workload for those who would be clearing the hallway of furniture marked for removal. Little did I know how important a role it would play in the years to come.
In 2016, when David and I moved to California, I decided that the red chair was mine. It had nurtured too many generations...
