"Hey look Tom! There's a bike hanging from that tree."
It was early spring, and we were enjoying a beautiful afternoon exploring neighborhoods on Cleveland's near west side. Driving down the hill from Tremont toward the river I spotted the bicycle, carefully hung, high in the branches of a tree next to an old garage.
"Why would anyone hang a bike in a tree?
"I dunno, but turn around I want to take a picture."
Later this summer I was out with my sister Suzanne in Bainbridge, when she asked,
"Have you ever seen the Shoe Tree?
Since I had no idea what she was talking about, we drove down Haskins Rd...
There it stood, glorious, in a patch of woods alongside an isolated stretch of the quiet country road, dozens of shoes nailed to an old maple tree, with several pieces of abandoned footwear lying on the ground, apparently too difficult to drive a nail through.
Why would somebody do that?
"I'm not sure, it been here for years. Somebody nailed the first shoe to the tree and then more and more shoes began to appear."
"Have you ever nailed a shoe to the tree?"
"No, but I thought about it."