It was after one o’clock in the afternoon.  He passed my desk and my attention was snared by something not quite right.  

“Phil?” I called after him. 

“What’s up?” He turned back. 

“Do you know that you’re wearing odd shoes?” 

He looked down at his feet.  One grey boot and one brown.  He laughed.

“How didn’t I notice that?  I’ve had them on since half past six!” 

Not one to miss an opportunity to laugh at himself, it wasn’t long before the whole office knew that Phil had come to work in odd shoes.  
Some years later, I remember that afternoon.  I wonder if anyone else has remembered.  I wonder if it will be one of the certainly hundreds of stories that will be fondly shared in the days and weeks to come.  

We lost a good one today.  

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