THE EMPTY CHAIR It Brings back a lot of memories when I look and see no one there, my Dad and I playing Checkers but now just an empty chair.   Just to hear him laugh once more or tell me it's getting late, it won't be long when I see him again just inside the Eastern Gate.   He tried to teach me how to play but I was young and didn't understand, he would give away one or two and still have the winning hand.   I often times catch myself looking with a stare, wishing just once more he would be in that empty chair.                                                                        Ted Taylor

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