Let It Be...Hi-Tops
Mother Nature has a funny way of showing her face sometimes. Sometimes, she give us the cold shoulder by dumping many feet of snow on us in February. Other times, she smiles upon us as we enjoy a sunny day in. But if mother nature has ever had a bi-polar side, yesterday was it. We traversed NYC in what started out to be decent weather. The weather started to get colder and darker and you could feel it in your bones that something was amiss. While we watched a Broadway show, I had a strange feeling that the act going on outside would transform itself and in an instant, a new set was being dropped into place. As the show ended, we emerged into a city that had taken on a darker noire look. The wind hollered down the long avenues as tourist and delivery men were the only ones to be seen. Real new Yorkers were far too smart to be caught outside in this. We, however had a serious mission..shoes. Somewhere in Gotham City hid a pair of high top Coverse fit for a Cinderella who went by the name of Kate. We blew from the claustrophobic stalls of Canal Street southward towards the Battery. The rain seemed to come from every direction pelting our faces like a prizefighter with little jabs. We finally wound up in the maze of Century 21, a department store where all the tourist looked like drowned rats scurrying for shelter in the shoe department. Then we saw it...a beacon of light shining down on them while angels sang. On a shelf, we saw gromets and laces beautifully aligned with the word’s “Let It Be” written on the most wonderful pair of converse ever seen. It was like we had reached the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow! My favorite adolescent with her treasured shopping bag in hand skipped her way through what was now a monsoon. We giggled and screamed as lighting lit the skies and reflected off the mirrored buildings around us. It was the type of memory that will be forever etched into our minds. The fantastic storm continued to swirl for hours making New York City look like the tornado scene from the Wizard of Oz. Rather than seeing cows and picket fences swirling in the sky, we saw dog walking society ladies and metro buses being sucked up into vortex. But in the end all would be OK because Dorothy had on her “High-Top” ruby slippers. Just three clicks of her heels and we could find our way home. While some come home from the the land of Oz with courage, a heart or a brain, we came home with something even more important....hi-tops. As we left the great city, it became apparent that the great Oz had spoken and granted us our every wish.
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