Thanks for the helpful tag on the picture. I was about to go down a denim Converse Chuck Taylors direction which would have been, well, worse than this:

Detective Neal Spalding knelt down on the curb to get a better look at the pristine denim blue lace-up ankle brace lying at the edge of the asphalt, missing only an ankle to brace.

"We looking for Forrest Gump?" asked his partner, Phil Thompson.

Spalding squinted up at Thompson, a blurry silhouette in the morning sun, shrugged, and said, "Someone in a hurry, maybe."

"You want I should put out an APB for a fashion-conscious gimp? 'Cause I'm not seeing anything else here worth gettin' sunburned over."

Seemingly looking past Thompson's wit, which like the weather in Baytown was the opposite of dry, Spalding gazed down the street. "Suppose I told you there was someone hobbling this way, wearing jeans and carrying a box of donuts."

Thompson snorted. "I'll be in the car, Columbo."

Heh. How is one supposed to follow that?! :-)

Great photo but I lack the inspiration to do it any justice.

Bret, fine job. I was sort of cringing, wondering if anyone would take the obvious (well, to me, anyway) Tim LaHaye/Jerry B. Jenkins-inspired approach.

It's still a mystery to me as to how that ankle brace landed in our gutter.

"wondering if anyone would take the obvious (well, to me, anyway) Tim LaHaye/Jerry B. Jenkins-inspired approach."

That is seriously funny, Eric!

"wondering if anyone would take the obvious (well, to me, anyway) Tim LaHaye/Jerry B. Jenkins-inspired approach."

Oh no - now that my idea has been taken whatever will I write about :P.

Rachel, I didn't mean to imply that that approach was a bad one...just a little timeworn. But maybe you've got a new twist to add!

...In other news, a major breakthrough in the War on Zombies. Zombie leader Rottingcorpse, well known for his pronounced limp to the left, has been deprived of his ankle brace by a roving biker gang consisting of second-grade students of St. Pete's School for the Gifted.
When approached for comment, spokesman Billy had this say:
"He called us little h'orderves. We tried to give him a wedgie, but we couldn't reach. So we took his funny-looking shoe."
On a lighter note, Mrs. Feldman's kitten was retrieved by the Volunteer Fire Department from her tree for the third time this week...

Hey, Gunny...are you sure you're getting enough sleep nowadays? ;-)

I was jogging down a quet street one early morning and it wasn't quite light yet. I rounded the corner and out of the ground cover something jumped. It hit me about the shin but it scared me so bad I lost more than just my ankle brace. I was 4 blocks away when I heard somebody back down the street yelling: "Abbye...bad dog, HAHAHAHA did you see that guy run?".

Now, see, we all know that that's a total work of fiction, because I'd never "bad dog" Abbye for that! (Besides, she doesn't get up until after sunrise, unlike the other people who occupy her home.)