Memories

I came in the front door of my apartment last night and tripped over a shoe -- one of 10 in my front hallway.

I suddenly flashed back to the front hallway of the house where I grew up. The shoe pile made it seem like the lobby of a particularly popular Japanese restaurant.

One night we had a visitor whose eyes popped slightly when she saw it. She asked my father how many children he had, to which he replied, "Four, but they each have three feet."

Is it any wonder I turned out the way I did?