Magic ShoesHe doesn't usually pick me. On the weekends, maybe, if was raining on Friday and his usual is covered in that special kind of clay mud Cincinnati could have used to thwart Blitzkrieg. He'll take me to the movies of a production and I'll spend time next to Pradas and Jimmy Choos and I'll squirm with glee because every time he taps his toe to the music, he does it with me. Not his usual, but me. His corduroy loafers.And then he picked me for school. It was like getting the star role after being an understudy; I should feel bad for the star with the broken hip, but I'm just not. He even wore socks, socks! This blessèd boy cares for his sh