Manolo says, it is Monday, and you are back at your desk grumbling about the various and sundry injustices of the workplace.
Naturally, when you get to feeling so put upon and grumbly, you turn to the interwebs to provide you with the five or six minutes of mindless entertainment, and what (other than the lolcats) could be more amusing than pictures of beautiful shoes, as delivered by the strange person with the odd way of writing?
And so, while doing the little bit of virtual windowshopping at your favorite shoe blog you come across these Jimmy Choo Mercury Mix sandals the name of which makes you laugh out loud…
They make you laugh out loud because you are your father’s daughter, and so you well remember this person…
You are your father’s daughter because your father, the ardent Minnesota Vikings fanatic, hated the Miami Dolphins with the deep and abiding passion, reserving special contempt for the figures of Bob Griese and Larry Csonka, although Mercury Morris certainly came in for his share of the opprobrium.
And now he is gone…not Mercury Morris, but your father, and you missed him yesterday more than you can say.
But, such is life, no? We remember small inconsequential things about the sporting stars of yesteryear because they are tied to memories of those we love. And so you remember your dead father when he was the vibrantly alive man, yelling at the television screen, shaking his fist as Fran Tarkenington failed to win yet another Super Bowl.