Muses

Musing on Shoeless Joe.

I am at the Chick-Fil-A in Madison — hopping on their WiFi.

Had nice chat with Burns who runs the best CFA in the universe of fast food chicken spots.

My modem is still dead. My under arm wound is healing nicely since the new deoderant cap incident. I only have to change my dressing twice daily.

Yesterday, Joe and I showed up at Wal-Mart.

No shoes. (Don't look any further into the car.)

He didn’t have any shoes. There were no shoes in the car.

Confession.

As a first born, I am an obsessive rule follower.

I determined I was going to not worry about any rules saying “no shoes, no shirt, no charcoal.”

I learned something.

You can spend all day in Walmart with no shoes.

Not sure about no clothes.

Maybe we’ll try that next week.

Buzz Lightyear?

No. Buzz too baby.

He went with the skull and crossbones.

But we still shopped with nary a shoe. Because we could.

When I got home..this was in the front seat.

So his shoes were with us the whole time.

I’m glad we didn’t know.

I would have never learned the freedom of walking shoeless through Walmart.

I’m taking my sandals off right now. Burns won’t mind.

Have you ever showed up anywhere without shoes?

Without clothes?