The foot saga (the (hopefully) Final Chapter) →[More:] I went to the orthopedist in Manhattan today. He verified that the trouble had most likely been caused by avascular necrosis linked to repeated stress in poorly supporting shoes. He did not reccommend surgery, just continued rest until 3/31 and switching to orthopedic sneakers. So here I sit wearing my first pair of non-Chucks sneaks in about 2 decades, some nice black New Balance 993's with Lynco Orthotics inserts. They're pretty spiffy.

As I was paying for my new kicks, I was in line behind two nuns. I bid them 'Good afternoon,' because I did not want to get struck by lightning. Later on the train ride home, I was near a Latino guy and his roughly 7-year-old looking son. The son was wearing a t-shirt with a picture of a fish saying "I'm A Keeper."

"I like your t-shirt," I said and he giggled shyly. Later I noticed that he had a headless Spider-Man action figure. I pointed at it and said "Spiderman no tiene cabeza." He drew his finger across his throat made the appropriate sound and giggled like a loon.