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Direct from the part of my pea-sized brain that holds what seem like million-year-old memories comes this gem: Oh how I loved getting a new pair of shoes and wearing them out of the store. While a new pair of shoes usually meant a new school year and we all know that new school years totally sucked, this fact did not diminish my pleasure with wearing my new pair of shoes right out the doors of Buster Browns. The second wearing of the shoes was forgettable and mundane but not the first and here's why: Because the gentleman who worked at the shoe store tied the laces oh so perfectly tight with much eclat; a performance of great elan, sophistication and grace, and a professional know-how that is largely dead today except for such vocations as harpsichord repair. I could not duplicate the perfection of the zapateria clerk's skill, no matter how I tried. And try I did.

Only later in life did I learn the shoe store employees were losers and perverts.

Tonight - The Edinburgh Castle.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!

Don't forget that while at the 'castle to place an order w/ yr server for Old Chelsea's Fission Chips fr supper!

bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!