A place for everything

I'd hardly give it a thought in Key West.

After all, I've found far stranger in my yard, on our little street, along Duval, at the beach. . . .

Dirty-slogan T-shirts draped over the fence, the odd hat next to the trash bin, various articles of apparel -- intimate and otherwise -- discarded in the heat of the moment (or the month, or a lifetime).

But this made me pull over: It's not every day you find a patent-leather spike, size 11, on little old Sanford Road.