Posted on 04/10/2003 9:10:34 PM PDT by Pokey78
Edited on 04/23/2004 12:05:29 AM PDT by Jim Robinson. [history]
I was in a bar (as one frequently is) at the end of a day's labors. There were televisions lit up, one on the left, another on the right, with pictures from statue-strewn Baghdad streets. And just then the barmaid across from me, clearly thirsting as much for information on another culture as I was for a Scotch, asked aloud, and quizzically: "What's with the shoes?!"
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