New Boots I saw the small, handwritten ”Estate Sale” sign hanging crookedly on a neighbor’s fence Sunday as I drove past. There were a few articles of clothing hung on the fence, too. “I would like to walk down there and check that sale out,” I thought, and I also hoped it was a generic use of the term “Estate Sale”, meaning “we are selling some of our things because we just have too much” and not a “the owners of this home and have died and we are cleaning it out forever”. Late in the afternoon David and I walked to the sale, only about 5 houses down from ours. As we entered the yard, I saw it was FULL of women’s shoes. There were bed sheets laid out on the ground and shoe upon shoe was displayed. Two African American women stood outdoors – one trying on a shoe. “Wow!” I said, “Someone sure loves shoes!”. “They were my mom’s”, answered one of the women. “And yes, she sure did love shoes. There are lots...