Saturday night there was a thief in our garage. We left the door open by accident. There's a lot of good stuff in our garage: an upright freezer full of food, numerous bicycles, large power tools, a couple of those kiddie mo-peds that look like scaled-down motorcycles.... By the door into the house there is also a series of buckets into which folks are supposed to drop their shoes before coming inside. What our thief (or potentially, theives) took were two pair of Nike Air Pegasus, size 10. Mine. One was a new pair--possibly six weeks old and still embued with the Ray-Bradbury-like ability of new sneaks to leap tall buildings--and the other was the grungy old pair (tattered and beat to shit) that you keep around to use when you're mowing the lawn. There were a lot of other shoes in the buckets: my son's brand-new size 12 basketball shoes, my grandson's brand new kid sneakers (who the hell with a Y chromosome knows what size little kids' shoes are?), my oldest da...