I am I cried. I am, said I. And there was no one there – not even the chair . Neil Diamond. Ahhh. When my parents invited us to go to a Neil Diamond concert with them in the early 90s, that’s the song that played in my head. “THE CHAIR song” I called it, and the lyrics above are how I heard it. Of course, I also hummed “Coming to America”, but it was "The Chair Song" that drew me in. It was the one I remembered playing over and over on the 8 track player in the big wooden record player/8 track player combo piece of furniture in our formal living room. So, while Neil Diamond wasn’t on the top of my age 20-something playlist, I figured it would be a fun night and a good adventure with my parents. So all night we sat with them in the auditorium, which was packed with “old people” their age, as I secretly waited for the song I found so funny and unintelligible. Was it a love song to a chair? ...