Many years ago, my friend Todd was cleaning out his garage (in order to build an addition on it that doubled its size) and was throwing stuff at anyone who wanted to haul it away. Among the things I liberated for him were about fifty flat paving stones (which I’ve used to make the fire ring among other things) and two chairs, one of which you see above.
We’ve gone through a lot of chairs at Roundrock. We leave them out year round, so they suffer the extremes of weather. I’ve found that there are two levels of quality for molded plastic chairs. One level is obviously intended for one-season use, or else they need to be put safely away when not being used. We’d bought several pairs of these before we came to understand how brittle they were. The slats on the back and seat would break, sometimes pinching the sitter in unwelcome places. I had one of these break while in the back of my truck, being taken down to Roundrock. (The wind flipped it over — I had it tied in — and broke the arm off.)
The second quality level of these types of chairs seems to be made of thicker plastic. Or perhaps it is the design of the supports that makes the difference. These tend to last longer, despite the same treatment. Their back and seat slats don’t break as often, yet the sitting and contemplating in them is the same fine quality. Curiously, the good ones I bought this year were no more expensive than the poor quality ones.
The chairs I still have from Todd have been around for at least five years. I haven’t seen their make anywhere or I would buy more. A few years ago, Todd moved away to points west. Then last year, he moved back to Missouri, vowing he would never leave again. In any case, when I sit in one of the green chairs he gave me, I have fond memories of pinball and parties at his house.