  As I walked back from the card store at lunchtime, a woman struck up a conversation with me. We talked about the hotel on the corner and how quickly it had gone up. She was probably 30-or-so years older than me. Dressed age appropriate. As we stepped to cross the street, I noticed her sandals. The toe ring. It made me smile. All the way back to my desk. Maybe I'm not such the old fogy when I wear mine after all. 
