IT WASN'T PORCELIN, IT WASN'T CANVAS

It was porcelin, and it wasn't canvas. But who makes canvas shoes anymore? It was a man's gym shoe, I'll call it. Maybe an 8 or 8 1/2. It was in my son's yard. He wears about a 12, his oldest son a 1 and 1/2.

So where did it come from? And who?

Oh the possibilites are limitless. I like to think some jogger was just taking a short cut and ran so fast that he ran right out of one of them. The endorphins kicked in and he didn't even know it.

Or he was beamed up right there in my son's front yard. Maybe he was a delivery man and voila like Star Trek, he was outta there. Or maybe laseder up by a UFO. Now I don't much like that scenario with UFO's being that close to my family, but there are accounts from Lebanon, IL. nearby. There was a UFO that chased a former mayor from the drive-in (he wasn't a mayor from the drive-in; it chased him from that location) to Fairfield, IL, back in the 50's. And of course there's the famed Pump House Monster, but you'll have to read local history for any more detail.

His yard is often times filled with deer and foxes, maybe a skunk, so perhaps a critter dragged it into the yard. There has been so little rain lately that flooding's effect are out of the picture. However it got there, there it is. Found by my youngest grandson age 4. It's displayed on a low wall between the front and side door. Available for claiming. Or fantasizing about how it got there.