Dirty Toenails

Monday, 5 August 2002

my moth­er seems to think i am just like her broth­er, my un­cle Collier. she de­cid­ed this quite sud­den­ly when i de­cid­ed to go in­to town. wear­ing san­dals. with ‘dirty’ toes. ap­par­ent­ly by un­cle did the same when he was my age. i hap­pen to feel hon­ored by this com­par­i­son. my un­cle Collier was a gui­tar-play­ing hip­pie, who then went on in­to the Air Force and is now a gui­tar-play­ing Mennonite with a great fam­i­ly. if i am like my un­cle Collier, dirty toe­nails are a badge of hon­or. it means i’m get­ting grimy with the dirt of a life well-lived and grub­by feet sym­bol­ize my in­volve­ment in day to day ex­pe­ri­ence. peo­ple with clean toe­nails are the ones who stay on the con­crete path and watch peo­ple like my un­cle and my­self out there liv­ing. How are your toe­nails look­ing?