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My shoes come untied every so often. Okay, maybe even frequently.

I avoid double knotting my shoes because, as an organist, I always need to be ready to take them off and slip into something a little more, you know, organy.

But truth be told, I more often play in my socks than shoes of any type.

See also: organist - shoe-less (with snare drum!)

Today my shoes untied themselves near the Indiana University Law School. I walked up to a stone wall and as I put my foot up noticed a folded twenty in the shadows.

This finally makes up for the other time I found a twenty dollar bill.

Specific Childhood Memory: I was approximately seven and in a small Cincinnati grocery store (Keller's IGA?). A twenty dollar bill was lying in plain sight. I picked it up. I was excited. Mom, being the upstanding outstanding citizen that she is, took it from me and gave it to the cashier, demanding that its lost status be duly noted. She told me that if no one claimed it, she would ask for it the next time we came in. Incredibly, she forgot to do this. Also, when I brought this up a decade later, she pretended not to remember.

After my recent experience, I can't help but feel like there's some divine presence in the chronic untying my shoes experience. And it's all wrapped up in my vocation, you see (if I weren't an organist . . . if I didn't have to tie my shoe . . . if I wasn't seeking some free legal advice, etc.).

Shoe tying, once an inconvenience, is now a potential money-finding opportunity.

"In God We Trust" indeed.

Tangents (God & shoes): Noah mentioned a hymnic shoe advertisement in his -- tragically -- defunct blog.

I think the world needs more organist blogs, specifically organist blogs with mentions of footwear.