Shoe-Tying Around the World
I've been taking pictures of me tying my shoe since the late 1970s, but I'm not exactly sure why. I think a member of my family thought this would be a funny idea. Or he may have been off his meds.
In any event, I have dozens of shots of me doing just that. But, rather than bore you with the mundane, I'd like to bore you with pictures.
And, find a spot for 'S' for the A-Z Challenge.
While technically not a picture of me tying my shoe, it does involve feet. Taken in front of a monument for some dead guy, I picked up a piece of ancient history in the form of a pebble in my shoe. So, as I sat down on a 2,000 year old piece of temple to remove it, my companion (no, not that kind of companion) thought it would be great fun to snap my picture. He also licked park benches.
NOTE: The ultra-snazzy orange bag from Rome.
NOTE: I've worn the same pair of pants for the last three pictures.
Yeah, I know. Tennessee.
This looks kinda "Village People," if you know what I mean.
|St. Augustine, Florida-1987|
You may have figured that from the sign.
Hey, at least it ain't Tennessee.
NOTE: The alligator was fake. Unfortunately, those shorts were not.
|Dead Sea, Middle of Nowhere, Israel-1996|
In a twist from the conventional, we chose to "tie our feet" in this action shot after we left a mud bath by the shores of the Dead Sea. Leaving our shoes on the frikkin' bus may not have been such a hot idea.
In a triumphant return to Venice, I opted for one of the 1980s most stylish ensembles: that of the acid-washed jacket and blue jeans. Too bad it was 1996.
Masada: poignant site of one of the most tragic events of the Jewish Revolt against the Roman Empire in the 1st Century A.D. It was here where hundreds of Sicarii extremists chose to commit suicide rather than being taken hostage by the Romans. Yep, the perfect spot to tie my shoe.
|Saint Peter's Basilica-1996|
Yeah, there's some money in that church
Our tour guide cautioned, "You'll notice that the right foot of Saint Peter's statue has been worn away by countless hundreds of thoughtless pilgrims who did not realize the destruction they were causing." As she turned her back, I reasoned, "Hey, if I can take a picture at Masada, I can rub Saint Peter's foot."
So, I did.
|Spanish Steps, Rome-1996|
Where's Al? Wayyyyyyyyyy at the top wearing a salmon (not pink, dammit) shirt. Despite its name, I didn't meet a single Spanish speaker there.
But, there was a guy selling what he swore were real Rolex's. And some dirty playing cards. And Italian "World War II Victory" tee shirts for 90% off.
|El Yunque Rain Forest, Puerto Rico-2003|
Mostly Cloudy With a Chance of Civil Unrest
On the other hand, there were loads of Spanish speakers here. Including that one annoyed-looking woman glaring at me. I think she told me to do something impossible with myself.
Still not Tennessee, but close
Please note the difference between the first picture of me tying my shoe and this one taken only a couple years ago. That's right! I'm wearing jeans!
|Mars Cheese Castle, Wisconsin-2012|
Exit 340, I-94
Same exit as the Bong Recreation Area.
Yeah, I think we all know that by now.
Just to prove I have no intention of stopping this type of photography, I snuck a picture behind this huge rat. The management was even less impressed when I tried to have a picture taken of me sitting on top of the cheese.
NOTE: It's not a real hunk of cheese. Or rat.
You may have noticed a gap between 1979-1987. While you may think this is due to a bout of mental health on my part, I must tell you that this is not the case. While my travels overseas stopped during that time period, I managed to tie my shoes in Virginia Beach, Busch Gardens, Disney World, Blue Ridge Parkway, Kitty Hawk, Yankee Stadium, Sturbridge Village, a Christmas nativity scene, and the "Express Line" at the Hamden, Connecticut, Department of Motor Vehicles.
For some reason, though, these pictures have disappeared. I think either Mrs. Penwasser #1 was awarded them in the divorce settlement or Mrs. Penwasser #2 chose to, incredibly, throw them away. So, like the mysteries of the Sphinx, the recipe for Coke, or why anyone thought getting Snooki pregnant was a good idea we'll just never know.
EPILOGUE: I recently received a picture of my nephew taking a picture of him tying his shoe in the desert somewhere in the...uh...desert (just in case you weren't paying attention). It gives me great joy to see this tradition living on. And great concern that insanity apparently runs in the family.