Monday, May 21, 2007

Traveling, Part I


LAST NIGHT I DREAMT I was wearing red shoes. Loafers.

But anyone who knows me knows I wouldn't be caught dead wearing red shoes - especially loafers.

I'm not a loafers kinda guy.

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This morning, I stuck my right foot in a brown Oxford I hadn't worn in months. But something was troubling my big toe: A penny? A pebble?

I pulled off the shoe. Shook it. And out came, wrapped in silver foil, a Hershey's kiss.

What does it mean? Where do I go?