Inspiration struck me today. Actually, it struck last weekend, and it wasn't me, it hit my dear friend Phil. I'm just 'borrowing' his creative property and running with it. I think I can do more with it, and I'll tell you why: I have more shoes. Last weekend, we hit the nearest Kinko's...because that's what hip folk do. I spot

ted an orphaned car tag in the street and thought it was just the sort of thing I might like to hang up in my beer joint....the one that I haven't found yet. Upon closer inspection, it didn't suit my imaginary place, but Phil took a photo of it anyway....my shoe included. This weekend, when I visited my dear friend Phil, I noticed an assortment of shoes outdside the neighbors' door. It made a pretty (and touching) picture. I found myself wondering a

bout the people that belonged to the shoes. Were they having a party? Had they spent a day at the pool? Was it a reunion? Maybe the two families hadn't seen each other in years. I could make up all kinds of stories behind that pile of shoes. Then I thought about my own shoes. Anyone who knows me, knows my shoes. It's a silly little gimmick, but I love my Converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars, or Connies, for s

hort. I like taking pictures, but I don't like that I'm rarely in them. So, I thought, why not put my shoes in the pictures? They're a part of me, and I like to show them off...probably more than I like showing off my mug. Prepare yourselves, and watch this space...I'll keep you updated on
The Mysterious Misadventures of My Shoes!!!
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