So times were pleasant for the people there
until finally one, a fiend out of hell,
began to work his evil in the world (Beowulf, ln 99- 101).
Bree’s eyes flickered with mischief as she handed the list over to me. I had asked the girls to engender a list for Kohl’s, where Kev and I had planned to spend our morning for new running shoes and socks . . . yes, and the nearby Barnes & Noble for iced tea and the latest issue of Batman — two birds, one stone. We planned to depart for Disney at 3 AM Saturday morning, and the plastic frame surrounding the heel of my shoes had exploded from its fabric skin like an alien parasite and dug into my tendon. World War II veterans would tell that survival requires protecting your feet at all times, and Disney like any other battlefield is no different, just more expensive. Thus, after tossing my old traitorous pair to the dog (she loves new chew toys), Kev and I set out to the department store. But not before consulting my sisters . . .