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26" Counter Height
- Seat Width
- 18"
- Seat Depth
- 17"
- Seat to Floor
- 26"
- Top of Back to Floor
- 41½"
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Due to the custom nature of these, all Callee items take between 4-6 weeks to be made and are shipped out of Irwindale, CA directly to you.
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Bring home comfort with Callee's Ventura swivel counter, bar, or spectator height bar stool with upholstered back and seat, metal frame, and slightly flared legs. Available in a variety of finishes, fabrics, and vinyls.
Love this? Customize it to make it your own.
We also accept C.O.M. (customers own material) if you'd like to send in your own fabric or vinyl, which allows you to use any color or pattern on our stools our chairs. Callee also accepts leather, but it has to be continuous yardage and there is a $15 fee per cushion.
You can also customize our stools in any height from 24" up to 34". That means if you want this stool in 24½", you can get it. Reach out to us with what you want and we'll go from there.
Commercial, Residential
|Arms Availability
1-Step Assembly
|Base Style
|Material Availability
Customers Own Material (COM), Fabric, Vinyl
|Seat Style
Square Seat
French Country, Traditional
|Swivel Availability
With 360-Degree Swivel, With Memory-Return Swivel
Lifetime warranty on metal frame and swivel
|Weight Capacity
275 lbs
All measurements are approximate.
Due to the custom nature of these, all Callee items take between 4-6 weeks to be made and are shipped out of Irwindale, CA directly to you.
Have a fabric you love? Callee will upholster your stools with it.
Simply select "Customers Own Material" in the Upholstery Type drop-down and complete your checkout.
After your order, we'll send you a confirmation email with the address to mail your fabric.
• For the Ventura Swivel Stool with Back, you will need 2 yards per chair.
Please make sure this is an upholstery fabric, vinyl, or leather. For leather, there is an upcharge of $15 per cushion.
Questions? Contact us.
Callee crafts top-quality custom barstools right here in North America. Choose your favorite combination of fabric, finish, arms, and seat height to create a perfect match for your décor.
Every Callee stool is built with durable 16-gauge steel and fully welded joints. A non-toxic powder coated finish protects the steel frame and makes your Callee stool shine. The finish is electrochemically washed, then electroplated to create a chip-resistant shield that stands up to kids, pets and years of constant use.
Callee stools aren't just strong—they're super comfy! The high-density polyurethane cushions are "just right" and you can choose from dozens of stain-resistant upholsteries. The seats swivel or swivel-tilt on sturdy, American-made Trendler hardware. Callee stools are available in seat heights of 26" (counter), 30" (bar) or 34" (spectator).
Choose Callee for luxurious styling, years of reliability, and comfort, comfort, comfort!


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Chris Perez hopes to return by Indians' opener
GOODYEAR, Ariz. (AP) -- Cleveland All-Star closer Chris Perez hopes to recover from a shoulder injury in time for the Indians' April 2 opener at Toronto.
Perez was diagnosed Friday with a strained muscle in his right shoulder, an injury that could sideline him for a month.
"The way it feels, just moving around, it gets better every day," Perez said Saturday.
Perez pitched an inning Tuesday during a 4-1 loss to Kansas City and felt pain in the shoulder Thursday. The right-hander said the injury is not as serious as the strain he suffered last spring to a muscle on his left side in his first bullpen session on Feb 23.
He made it back for the opener, when he allowed three runs in the ninth against Toronto in a game the Blue Jays won in 16 innings.
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"I was more concerned last year," said Perez, a 2011 and 2012 All-Star who saved 39 games in 43 chances last season. "I think that if this was regular season, I could have managed it. But this is spring training. It's early. We're playing this a lot slower than we would if it was July and we were in the middle of the race."
Indians manager Terry Francona didn't want to set a timetable for Perez's return.
"Is it on opening day? We'll see," Francona said. "If he's a week late, he's a week late. That's the way it goes."
Perez, who has 98 saves during the last three seasons, is frustrated he had to withdraw from the U.S. team headed to the World Baseball Classic.
"The WBC is important. To this point, it's the biggest honor in my career," he said. "Yeah, it's disappointing, but it would have been a lot worse if I had pitched and then been out for three or four months."

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Postcard from the 1950s
Some of the Nebraska folks who read this blog may recognize the building on this postcard even though it no longer exists. It is the First Church of the Nazarene in Ainsworth, Nebraska. The photograph was probably taken in the 1950s. About 1960, this building was torn down and a larger, stone building took its place on the corner of Third and Elm.
The building in the photograph is where I formed my earliest memories of going to church. I think I was about 3 years old (definitely not more than 4 years old) when we started attending church there.
I don't remember Sunday School classes at all, though I am sure I attended them. I do remember the church basement -- how interesting! You could go down the steps in the church, walk through the basement hallways, climb the steps at the other end, and come out in the pastor's house.
I remember sitting with my parents in a big room in the basement and singing "This World Is Not My Home". Everyone sang, "The angels beckon me from heaven's open door..." and that reminded me of my Aunt Becky.
Outside this church, one night after prayer meeting, my brother Dwight punched a little boy who wouldn't let go of me. I was very thankful to be rescued. I asked Dwight about this a few years ago, and he still remembers it too.
Another time, one of the little church boys threw a tin can from the trash barrel at me. It cut my forehead between my eyebrows, and I have a small, faint scar from it to this day. I won't tell the names of those naughty little boys, but I still remember who they were.
At the Church of the Nazarene, people called each other "Brother" and "Sister". I believe I remember a Brother Roy Morrow who was the pastor when I was very young. (Hadn't my mother cautioned me that "roy" hamburger would make me sick? How odd that a man had that word for his name!)
After that, Brother James Tapley was the pastor. (Sister Tapley, his pretty, young wife, put a band-aid on my wounded forehead.) Later, as I recall, Brother Hiram Sanders was the pastor.* These pastors served in the 1950s and early 1960s.
The various parts of the worship service were planned and orderly, but there was always room for the Holy Spirit to move. People said "Amen!", "Hallelujah!", and "Praise the Lord!" whenever they especially liked the singing, praying, or preaching. Sometimes after the sermon, people went to the front of the church, knelt at the altar, prayed aloud, and cried, while the piano played softly on and on.
My mother was brought up in the Methodist church. My father was not brought up in any named church, but there were Holiness and Pentecostal influences in his childhood. I imagine that when he and my mom decided to start attending church, the Church of the Nazarene felt familiar and right to him.
My parents became members of the Ainsworth Church of the Nazarene about 1954 or 1955. We lived south of Johnstown, then. In 1957, we moved to the Duff Valley in southern Rock County. We still went to church in Ainsworth for a while, and then we began attending the little E.U.B. (Evangelical United Brethren) Church at Duff, just a few miles from our house.
The Ainsworth church was my parents' first Nazarene church. In the early 1980s, they helped to found a Church of the Nazarene in Wheatland, Missouri; it was their second Nazarene church. In other times and places, they attended various other churches, but they remained members of the Church of the Nazarene throughout their lives.
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*Brother Sanders was a pastor at the Ainsworth Nazarene Church after we moved to Rock County. He is remembered by my family for getting spectacularly stuck in the mud when he came to visit us one spring day.
Brother Sanders was from the East, and he had heard that, on the Sandhill ranches, a road might be nothing more than a faint trace of wheels. He was driving down our ranch road when he saw our house on the opposite side of a low, wet meadow. He decided he should leave the graded road and drive straight across the meadow to our house. He thought he could see a "road". Soon his car was buried in mud.
Brother Sanders walked to our house, but no one was there. He waited for a while, and still no one was around. Finally, he decided to start a tractor and pull his car out by himself. Soon he had the tractor stuck in the mud, too -- and then, another tractor. When we arrived home, he was thinking about starting the crawler.
My dad winched his car out and got him headed back to town before dark. The ruts in the meadow are probably still there!


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Summer will soon be upon us. Here's a pile of books, some light-hearted, some very serious, for readers to while away rainy days 'Up North.'
Ever since I began book reviewing 15 years ago, I've received scads of books about growing up -- growing up poor, growing up middle class, growing up with fine parents, growing up with no parents.
But almost all the growing up was done in the upper Midwest, most notably in Wisconsin and Minnesota, and once in awhile Iowa.
Never have I received a growing up book set in New York City, unless you count fiction (Philip Roth, et al.)
Until now.
Recently I received a non-fiction book about growing up in New York City, in Yorkville, an immigrant neighborhood in Manhattan.
It's a lulu.
"Yorkville Twins, Hilarious Adventures Growing up in New York City, 1944-1962" by Joseph G. Gindele and John Gindele (Golden Valley Publishing LLC, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, www.YorkvilleTwinsBook.Com, $19.95).
I knew these guys casually many years ago when they both taught with my wife at Robbinsdale Senior High. They were a joyful twosome, and so I figured the book would be heartwarming and funny.
I wasn't disappointed.
The Gindeles tell first of their mom and dad, Czech and German immigrants, respectively, who make their way to Yorkville, after their father works for cruel landowners in Albertville, Minn., as an indentured servant.
They succeed in NYC, which is beautifully described by their sons as they get into what it was like to go to grade and high school in the Big Apple during a time of comparative innocence.
They profile their pals and their neighbors and do a fine job of recapturing in print the different dialects as those neighbors learn to speak English. Humor is always present and details, right down to what they ate for school lunches back in the 1940s and 1950s.
One of the brothers recalls that when they were grade schoolers the board of education would send the kids in their old run-down school to a dental college, where student dentists were allowed to practice on them if their folks couldn't afford to pay for the care.
To this day, at school reunions the topic of the dental "torture chamber" continues to pop up.
For all the tough times, however, the Gindeles grow up to receive advanced degrees and join the roster of immigrants' children who have made our country great.
One reviewer states that without books by guys like the Gindele twins, we'd lose the most important part of our history.
I'll second that notion.
"Crazy Rich Asians," by Kevin Kwan (Doubleday, $25.95) is a book to pack off to the beach next month.
One reviewer said it's so fascinating she couldn't put down the book to watch "Downton Abbey." High praise indeed.
The book is a romantic romp into the modern Asian jet set when a Chinese boyfriend invites his girlfriend Rachel, an American-born Chinese, to spend the summer with him and his family in Singapore.
Rachel has no idea how rich the boy's family is.
They dine on gold plates, live in a palace. His mother looks down her nose at her son's American friend.
Author Plum Sykes best describes "Crazy Rich Asians" as a Chinese "Dallas" meets "Pride and Prejudice."
Wisconsin keeps popping up in the history of American politics, as evidenced by two new books.
First, there's' "Worse than the Devil," by Dean A. Strang (University of Wisconsin Press, $26.95, paper), which tells the story of how defense attorney Clarence Darrow came to Milwaukee and did battle with the forces of racism and intolerance in 1917 when several Italian immigrants anarchists were unfairly accused of bombing a Milwaukee police station in that era when the country was at war in Europe and everyone feared new arrivals from that continent.
Strang, a Madison criminal defense attorney and UW law school professor, grinds exceedly fine and parades governmental figures across his broad canvas, including Wisconsin governor John Blaine, who was caught up in his attempt to commute sentences of two of the Italians, who were summarily deported.
And if you're not sick of hearing about the famous Wisconsin recall controversy, there's another new book out by two Milwaukee Journal- Sentinel reporters.
Jason Stein and Patrick Marley have just published "More Than They Bargained For: Scott Walker, Unions and the Fight for Wisconsin" (University of Wisconsin Press, $26.95 paper).
Dave Wood is a past-vice president of the National Book Critics Circle and former book review editor of the Minneapolis Star Tribune.


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Imagine rows and rows of boxes piled up to the ceiling at your local Costco. The boxes are matte black with bold white writing and a robot looking face on the front with beady red eyes. Maybe something like the Terminator, but more kid friendly. Suburban moms in California and Arizona are lining up to be the first on the block to own a personal laser mosquito zapper. Jacqueline from Rancho Cucamonga places her new mosquito zapper in the over-sized orange cart, next to her new cooler with a built in iPod dock, and the ten pound bag of chicken strips. She can already imagine the warm summer nights by the pool, free of mosquitoes. I envisioned the situation for these early adopters to unfold much like the Cornballer as seen on Arrested Development. Kids running around the yard with laser burn marks all over their bodies, hair on fire. You worried about your kids running with scissors? Forget about it. You've got a military robot with lasers in your back yard.
That was the scenario that popped into my head after hearing the words laser mosquito zapper, but as I found out more about the assignment, I discovered it was not the next ridiculous consumer item at your local big box store. 3ric Johanson and a team of really bright minds actually came up with this idea and made it into a reality with the goal of wiping out malaria. With a mandate from Bill Gates to think differently about finding a solution to prevent malaria from spreading, the Photonic Fence was born. The technical description of how it works is a little above my pay grade, but by recognizing the size, speed, sound, and speed and insect beats its wings, the Photonic Fence can differentiate between bees, flies, and even male or female mosquitoes. Only female mosquitoes bite and carry the parasite causing malaria, so only the females need to be terminated.
3ric works at Intellectual Ventures, which is a research lab in Bellevue, Washington. In addition to the Photonic Fence, they are working on some pretty amazing projects including a super-thermos to transport vaccines, and a system to weaken hurricanes. While taking a tour of the lab with 3ric, he explained the reason Intellectual Ventures is so different from other labs is they are encouraged to experiment and push the boundaries of what is currently being done. Failure is not something they are afraid of, and they have the luxury of pushing the boundaries because they have investors behind them. Because this type of work is so expensive, however, other labs often don't have investors willing to take on this kind of risk.
Make is a really cool magazine, and if you get excited about DIY projects, I would recommend subscribing. You can also find out more about the Photonic Fence and Intellectual Ventures at this page. I was really encouraged to see some of the top minds working on projects with the single goal of making the world a better place for people who don't share many of the luxuries we so often take for granted.
I'll leave you with a super slow-motion video of mosquitoes getting blasted by a laser. Enjoy.
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