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?
Sunday, August 05, 2012
Las Vegas Lost
On an Interstate I-15 pull out, 40 miles north of Las Vegas (coming or going to the Big City?) - battered, worn and almost baked crispy in the 106 degree heat . . . just a right, men's size 11.
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