I nail my old socks to telehone poles.

Funny, a friend and I were cruising through this great old cemetary in Cleveland, really almost a world unto itself, and we ran across this big tree full of old shoes. Someone had gone to great lengths to create this show tree. It really was very bizarre and just one of those moments. She took pictures but I've never seen them, maybe I'll go back and see if I can find it again.

File under: Strange, unexpected surreal art.

I was in the military once and throwing shoes over the power lines and phone lines was a long standing tradition right before someone left the unit to finally go home or transferred to a different duty station.

It was a life affirming versus a military affirming way of snubbing your nose at the upper rank, those that tried(read that as M-A-D-E!!!) to make your life difficult for the sake of it, and letting your friends, buddies, etc. remember that you may be gone in body but that your still present in spirit for rabble-rousing, carousing, and just BEING there for friends that are going through some very often intense s*?!.

I've talked to other vets from different branches and eras and there seems to be a general consesus that that's the proper way to "bury" so to speak one's boots, etc.

Thanks for the flashback to one of my better experiences with Uncle Sam (now currently known as Uncle Ass-Clown).