This is surreal-

As my wife and I drive home from San Fran every day, we have driving game we play called "find the other shoe".

We will see a perfectly good shoe, and try to see where the other one landed. I would estimate that we have seen no less than 20 pairs of shoes in the last 4 months between San Fran and San Rafael, roughly.

Just this evening, by the refinery in Richmond, there were both shoes (sorry, "shopes"), fairly new Vans, about a quarter mile apart (the wifee spotted the #2 shope), if I could have gotten out of the car without risking injury, I'd have snagged them.

Not to wear, but to mount above the fireplace, proudly.