Twenty years ago, the downtown JC Penney’s closed.  The space was an old 50’s version of a department store, 2 floors, one big room, with an escalator right up the middle and a gallery balcony around the second floor.  Dark and dingy, it was a great place to buy socks and underwear without driving out to the edge of town.

They had a sale to sell the fixtures.  I rode my bike over and saw people in their nice work clothes, casually walking up the street carrying mannequin torsos, legs, arms, and anonymous heads.  By the time I got there, the only thing left was a huge box of feet.  All self balancing, and presumably trained in both ballet and tap.