Monday, June 29, 2009
This is not the story of the shoes
It's not the story because I don't know the story.
The picture shows a pair of shoes that were sitting in front of the entrance to a piece of land beside the gas station on the west side. I first noticed the shoes in April, and I wondered how long they would stay there before someone took them.
We passed the shoes almost every day, and they just sat there. Who just stepped out of their shoes and parked them there at the entrance? Did they forget the shoes? Did they have another pair and just discarded the shoes? Didn't anyone else need the shoes? Looking at the shoes became a part of our drive-by routine as we cruised down the west side. Seeing the shoes sitting there made us chuckle, and we kept saying that we needed to remember the camera so we could take a picture.
One day last week we remembered the camera. The shoes were tipped over, and so we stopped and Miguel put the shoes right. I took the picture just before he 'fixed' the shoes and intended to take the 'after' shot. But as it turned out, we stopped traffic in both directions by pulling over to the side of the road to take pictures of the shoes, so we had to pull out in a hurry and I didn't get the shot.
And now, after at least two months, the shoes have disappeared. Just like that, they're gone. And I wonder what happened to them. After all this time, we sort of got used to looking for the shoes.
And now I'm thinking...it doesn't say much for our life that a pair of shoes should amuse us. We probably need to get out more, and I don't mean for a drive around the island!