One of these days, I’m going to create a book entitled How In The Hell That Thing Got There.

Inside will be tons of images of clearly out-of-place stuff found on the street. Along with each photo will be a one-page, fictional short story that explains how in the hell things like that end up where they end up.

These deliciously fashionable* boots, for example, were found on my walk to dinner, in a patch of sidewalk greenery. By all accounts, these should not be here. And so, of course, I’m just going to assume this was simply a case of spontaneous human combustion.

*No.