This would read better if you spoke ‘shoe’ but it’s okay this way, too.
by Charlie Leck
A friend from Denver alerted me to the following posting on Craig’s List. I haven’t exactly figured Craig’s List out yet but I know there were lots of raves when it first opened for business. No name was included with this posting – only a posting number – and there was no way to contact the poster to ask permission to share this with you on my blog. Yet, again, how do you get hold of an old shoe and ask questions and permission? My apologies to the author if he/she is offended by being put on display here.
My name is Right Shoe. I am a right shoe - Skechers circa 2003. I lost my "sole" mate on Saturday in Otay Mesa. His name was Left Shoe.
You see, my owner, Left Shoe, and I were skydiving together, and as the chute opened, Left Shoe, my partner of 5 years, went flying away. I knew this would happen... I tried to tell my owner to tie us better, but he just wouldn't listen. (My owner has been learning how to speak Shoe... but talking to him is mostly like talking to a brick wall)
Left Shoe and I have been inseparable these past few years, ever since we got identical Made In China tattoos. It's like we were made for each other; we were even the same size & color, and we enjoyed the same activities. We traveled everywhere together, and we were even planning on going to Japan together in September.
Some people say Left Shoe jumped on purpose. Sure, we weren't in our prime anymore; Left Shoe especially got a lot of comments about being tattered and over the hill. But I know Left Shoe and he wouldn't do that to me. It was a bad day for Left Shoe because in the morning he stepped in gum, and then later he stepped in an unknown substance on the port-a-potty floor. But he was fine, and was excited to go skydiving. Left Shoe was resilient like that.
I really miss Left Shoe. I've come to terms with the fact that I may never see him again. But I really just want to know what happened to Left Shoe... Did he land in a lake? or did the winds carry him out to sea? or did he leave a little crater somewhere from the impact? or maybe he burned up on re-entry in a blazing fireball of glory.
If you know anything about what happened to Left Shoe, please contact me. I know I can't hope that Left Shoe is still alive, but I just want to know what became of Left Shoe...I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
--Alfred Lord Tennyson
All my thoughts & prayers,
There’s a little break from my rants; but I’ve a heckuva rant for you tomorrow (Radio Rage). Continue reading for more of today's posting.
A friend’s daughter raises a significant question!
by Charlie Leck
A little friend of mine is giving it a faithful try. He wants to grow up to be a blogger. He is only in the “I think I can, I think I can” phase right now. A while longer and he’ll move into the “I know I can” mode that will allow him to really get there. If he really keeps it up this time, he is absolutely worth visiting and reading.
His most recent posting, from which he sends you to two incredible videos, will leave you with that vague, empty feeling – wondering whether you should laugh or cry. The blog is in response to a significant question raised by his daughter.
Go visit PRAIRIE PONDERINGS and see why he picks out these videos to astound you.