I had a dream last night that I was visiting Tom (of Iron Monkey) in Portland. Upon entering his house I took off my shoes (as I usually do when entering someone’s house) and we sat and talked and had a nice time.

It was only when I went to leave that there was a problem. I could only find one shoe. And the more I looked around, the more shoes I found–under chairs, under the sofa, under beds–his house was full of women’s footwear. More specifically, black shoes.

So, Tom, what is it with all these shoes?