The Shoe Tower

A giant bright yellow rubber shoe sits right by the doorway. Wide. Heavy. Perfect. I march over, plant my feet, and wrap both arms around the thick nose of the shoe. I heave with all my strength. Up it goes! It lands with a solid, thumping smack directly on top of the other shoe. A two-story yellow tower. I give the rim a firm slap to test the balance. It stays completely still. My arms are made for heavy work.