Most days, I try to squeeze in a walk on my lunch break.  Just to get some fresh air and stretch my legs a bit.  I keep a pair of tennis shoes in my work “locker” incase I’m not wearing comfy shoes that day.  My designated walking shoes are Diesel’s and cool, yet all white. 

And so, whenever it comes time to go walk, I have to sit down and change my shoes.  And then change them back when I return, too.  Which makes me feel like Mr. Rogers.  Maybe I should get a cardigan sweater to complete the outfit.  Oh, would you be mine?  Could you be mine?

When I was a little tyke, I used to stand outside my grandparent’s house and shout to the neighbors, “This is Mr. Roger’s neighborhood!  This is Mr. Rogers neighborhood!”.  I’m not sure if this was before or after I peed in their bushes though.

On the reals, if I could go back in time and hang out with me when I was little for a day, you know it would be good times.