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Mar. 21st, 2003 11:24 pmYesterday I walked home from work.
In front of the post office an anti-war demonstration was expanding into the street. young cheerleaders had the make-shift stage on the steps and were spelling out their opposition in painfully poor rhyme.
My shoe was pinching my foot a little, so once I was out of downtown I took off my shoes and socks. Walked home barefoot, singing various folksongs. One Tin Soldier Rides Away. Leavin' on a Jet Plane. Where Have All The Flowers Gone? The Eve of Destruction.
Walking home barefoot on a rainy spring day. I felt like I'd traveled in time, back 12 years to when I was in high school. I called mom to share the feeling. She completed the nostalgic experience by ordering me to wash my feet right away.
Some things never change.
In front of the post office an anti-war demonstration was expanding into the street. young cheerleaders had the make-shift stage on the steps and were spelling out their opposition in painfully poor rhyme.
My shoe was pinching my foot a little, so once I was out of downtown I took off my shoes and socks. Walked home barefoot, singing various folksongs. One Tin Soldier Rides Away. Leavin' on a Jet Plane. Where Have All The Flowers Gone? The Eve of Destruction.
Walking home barefoot on a rainy spring day. I felt like I'd traveled in time, back 12 years to when I was in high school. I called mom to share the feeling. She completed the nostalgic experience by ordering me to wash my feet right away.
Some things never change.
