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 more than these! We took some, and there is a big b