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There was a building here recently; an apartment building as I remember. They tore it down and now there's just a large empty lot waiting to be filled again. Empty lots in a city always strike me as vaguely sad things, like a gap in your mouth where a tooth once stood. But right in the middle of this space someone has put a battered easy chair. Next to it is a short standing Christmas tree, or what's left of one sixty days old. When I see this odd scene-- the big empty lot, the blue puffy chair with its own private Christmas tree, a few days shy of March-- I don't know if it's a small glimpse of wonderful, or sad.