March 21st, 2003

Brian and Anne

(no subject)

Yesterday 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.