If there's a story behind each pair of shoes flung over the beleaguered branches of a tree overlooking the Mississippi River's West Bank, then there are hundreds of stories, because there are hundreds of shoes.
Most of them, presumably, once shod students at the University of Minnesota, for the burdened tree is best seen while walking on the Washington Avenue bridge between the campus' East and West banks.
You can glimpse it, fleetingly, from the Green Line light rail if you glance south at the right moment and see its strangely festooned branches. But by the time you think, "Were those shoes?" you're long past and moving on to more pressing questions such as, "Oh, what's for dinner?"
It's the Shoe Tree, and that's the only thing about it to be said with much certainty.
From a distance, it appears home to a dense flock of starlings. But up close, you see the faded orange spike-heeled pumps, the ice skates, the hiking boots and the moccasin slippers. Birds of a different feather. Scarlet-striped sneakers stand out like cardinals, while flashes of yellow suggest goldfinches. A green and purple pair could be mistaken for an errant parrot.
Mostly, though, the branches hold the sparrows of footwear, shoes in shades of gray and brown and black.
Look down, and the distant ground is littered with failed flings. Of the pairs that dangle from the furthest branches, well, you have to marvel at the audacity of launching such a mighty, fingers-crossed toss.
Or, maybe it was just, "Whatever."