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In a remote spot along Highway 50 in the Nevada desert, there's a tree that's decorated with thousands of pairs of old shoes. Who started this tradition is unknown, but David and I decided we wanted to contribute. It took several tries to fling my dusty old Reeboks into the branches, A handful of spectators who'd stopped there to present their own small offering to the Shoe Tree cheered us on and when my tied-together tennis shoes finally looped themselves over a branch by the laces, the crowd broke into spontaneous applause. David approached the tree
Onward to
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