Somewhere Down There by John Sheirer

Somewhere down there in his memory, his high school long since torn down and hauled away to fill a landfill, buried beneath the rubble of countless other demolitions among the gray hard jagged chunks of locker room concrete blocks, among the crushed red brick walls whose sight he cursed each morning from the school bus, among the shattered hallway tiles he shuffled over on yet another trip to the principal’s office, within the mangled gym lockers used by his basketball team so bad their own fans booed them, inside his very own senior year locker is his pair of “lucky” socks worn the last game of the year, somewhere down there, through the rubble, through the decades, through the memories–those lucky socks still stink.

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