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September 10, 2004
A blessing, of sorts.
Last night, 6 PM, corner of 34th and Sansom: I was balancing on one foot by some newspaper boxes, changing out of my 1994-era olive-green Converse into black Camper mary janes. (I was meeting Patrick for our anniversary dinner at the White Dog, and had worn the sneakers for my walk over from work.)
A probably-homeless man crossed the street towards me and stopped. "You're looking very nice today," he said.
"Thank you," I said.
He looked down at the sneaker I had just slipped off my foot.
"Those shoes should be burned as a sacrifice to the gods," he said.
I smiled and finished changing my shoes. He walked on up the block.
Posted by sarah at September 10, 2004 10:32 AM
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oh, maybe someday they should be - burned as god-offerings, i mean. think of the buying power in it; shoes worn when you only need to suit yourself pace through some pretty memorable and well-loved territory. if you bundled all that good-vibeyness into a gift pillar of smoke, the gods would owe you years of special favors. still: then they'd have your past and you wouldn't, which would be a hard trade to make. tough call, dear.
Posted by: jen at September 24, 2004 03:50 PM
