The Wolverine Chair of Keap Street survives. It is deteriorating from weather. The stuff sitting atop it changes from time to time. In early January, it was metal and cups. Back in early December, it was a plastic bag. The other day it was a bottle of Corona and some juice type liquid. Also, someone has written Dream on it. It is approaching two months on the street and, that, friends, is an impressive achievement. Clearly, a Higher Power is watching over this chair. Well, at least on the street. Wolverine Chair we salute you and wish you a long and productive existence on the street. (Which probably means the Son of a Bitch will be gone next week.)