farewell.

Good-bye picnic table.
You have been a good friend to us. A real good friend.
But you are looking a little ugly and your wood is rotting.
Paint will no longer make you pretty.
Besides-- the doggies chewed you in a little too many places over the years.
You will need to be replaced because we are a picnic table kinda family.
We will remember you with fond memories.
Even the kids understand.
We'll have a memorable pit fire with your wood-- maybe even this Labor Day weekend.
You have fulfilled your destiny and have finished the race.
So long.