Before transporting myself from Mexico to Minnesota (summer to winter), I thought my shoes might need a cleaning for the "journey." Around the central plaza dozens of shoe shiners can be found. I found a character of a shiner and listened to him talk about Obama, the shoe incident with Bush, and the war in Iraq. I was so impressed with his work that I gingerly walked around the city for the rest of the evening, careful of scuffing up his craftsmanship.
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What about food Missy? What good are polished shoes when you're hungry?
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