A Story

I was riding on the west side river trail near the waste water plant ( in the background) heading to the post office on River Ave, when I passed this park bench with a pair of shoes and an empty beer can, with not a soul in sight. On my return about a half hour later, this same scene was there, again with no one owning the shoes around. I commented to the man pushing a stroller just in front of me regarding the shoes and can, and he said, ” it told some kind of story.” I agreed.