For some reason, I had always associated New York with sneakers. I don’t know why, maybe I’d had a dream in which sneakers had featured prominently which was set in New York.
In any case, I took that as a sign that I needed to replace my old blue pair while I was in the city, and have a reminder of my trip. I didn’t realise when I left what a role they would play.
Because this wound up being a long tale, I’ve transferred it to the ‘Pages’ section. It’s worth a look, because it wasn’t until I started retelling it that I realised how spooky it was.