Saturday, April 15, 2017

James Reynolds

I remember some years back when I scored a great pair of black patent leather shoes at The Salvation Army. When I wore them to work that night to The Bistro where I waited tables I couldn't wait to show them to the boss lady. "Look Ann," I said, "I just found these great shoes at The Salvation Army."
She quickly glanced down at my feet , purely out of courtesy, then looked up and said, "you're wearing a dead man's shoes."
In that moment it became instantly clear to me as to why I had the inexplicable compulsion to take long walks to unfamiliar destinations.
-James Reynolds

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