Waiting for the Other Shoe

There was a shoe again this morning on the sidewalk on the east side of Congress Avenue.  It was just past the landscaping border in front of the Statesman Apartments.  You know the one, there just before the grilled cheese truck and the juice cart. The shoe was gray canvas this time with white rubber…

It was all a dream

It figures.  The night I hit the sheets so totally exhausted that I sleep like a log and can’t remember a single dream, Fred wants to talk about the creative inspiration of dreaming.  It’s all about symbolism.  When we sleep, our brains try to solve our emotional issues using flashes of imagery.  These images often…