A Tale Of A Table And A (Vice) Chair

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Ken O’Brien
Onceupon a time there was a railroad depot in downtown Southbridge.
Whenthe railroad no longer came to town somebody said, “That would make a nicecentral location for our senior citizens to get together.” And so it was. Andduring the days people got together in the main room and shared their stories.And in another room the men would get together around the pool table for afriendly game.

Timewent on and the town lost its RMV office and then it got it back again. But ithad no place to put it. Somebody said, we can move the senior citizens to thearmor…I mean community center. Then we can put the RMV in the old senior centerand everyone will be happy.
Andso it was. And the people got together to share their stories. But the men nolonger gathered around the pool table for a friendly game. The table merely satin a backroom gathering dust, or so it was said.
Thenalong came a vice chair and it saw the table. And the vice chair said, I likethat table. And so she bought the table for her own. And shortly afterward shetold all the people not to overlook the bargains they could find doing theirholiday shopping in their own hometown.
Youmight even find a wonderful pool table that nobody is using anymore forwhatever reason.