Where I've sat:
I used to often sit in the fancy chairs behind the altar at church. That's where the chalice-bearers sat.
A big bunch of tourists stood inside the door of an Istanbul mosque. Most of its space was roped off, but a man came in through a door near the minbar and beckoned me over the rope. I went with him through a hidden door, up stairs, and out on a balcony overlooking the city. Three ornate uphostered chairs were there and he motioned for me to sit in the biggest one. And I sat there.
At my home computer I sit in a Herman Miller Aeron chair I bought on Ebay.
When I was a teenager I once shimmied along the trunk of a tree that had fallen into the river. Once out there over the water I sat and carved "KM SB" into the bark with my pocket knife.
In the story I'm polishing up my character sits on a tree branch from which a boy hung himself.
My fourth-grade teacher drove me and three other boys to Pittsburgh. We sat in the top row of Three Rivers Stadium and saw Roberto Clemente hit a home run.
I've sat in several music venues. One was the Syria Mosque, which Pitt later bought and turned into a parking lot. I saw Laurie Anderson there. Another was Graffiti, my favorite place to see music. The best concert experience of my life was seeing Joan Osborne there. We sat in the balcony to the side of the stage and held on tight while Joan blew the roof off the place.
I once sat in a chair at Ikea to take a rest.
