Location: I never expected to find a lost sole tonite, on the floor in the aisle between small appliances and extension cords, at our local Fry's Electronics.Condition: a very new woman's size 7 soft fabric slipper.
You've seen them, they're everywhere - in the best neighborhoods, in the poorest neighborhoods . . . forever traveling solo, abandoned by the side of the road. How do they usually become separated from their mirror twin? How do they manage to hang from overhead wires, the lucky ones, discarded with their mates - hanging by a shoelace, evenly divided? Untouched and unmoved - this is exactly how I find them and how I leave them. Aren't they fun?
Location: As I drove by the RR tracks this morning in Chula Vista, I spotted a lost sole about a foot from the track.Condition: A very worn man's right casual faux leather shoe with a tiny weed growing out of the soul and the inside packed tight/spilling out - perhaps previously a mouse nest?
Location: With power lines crackling overhead, across the tracks I could see another lost sole in an empty field.Condition: A Reebok athletic shoe, size 11 - in very poor condition with a worn down, cracked sole - no laces, no mate.
Location: And off to my right, at the edge of a nearby field of very tall weeds . . .
Condition: A Saucony, left - UK size 11 - weathered upper but a like new sole. Clean laces.
A passerby watching me take photos, told me about a nearby shoe repair shop. I drove a half mile and at 246 Broadway in Chula Vista found the Boot Round-Up Shoe Repair shop.
I met Chito (the author of the words on the window) and told him about my lost sole collection. As I was taking his photo, he told me he has owned this successful shoe repair shop for 22 years.