Pals,
As I was driving home yesterday, crappy shoes slipping across the brake and clutch pedals, feet aching, I thought I’d stop by the local shoe store. Something brown, I thought, something lightweight, something cool enough to be comfortable down in the Festival Of Dirt. Then I blew it off in favor of spray paint for the new-to-me patio set (flat black, natch).
I rolled up the front driveway instead of the back drive and there was a box from UPS. Out of the blue, my brother Stinko sent me a pair of shoes. Brown, lightweight, maybe cool tennis shoes. Super comfortable too. Why did he send them? I have theories! He’s a good guy, which is true. They also didn’t fit him, which is fair enough. How do you explain my own shoe thought before I even knew there was a package in front of my garage? It’s hard to know. Discuss.
Your pal,
bob