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The day my toes went to heaven

[This column originally ran in 2010.]
Everyone, no matter your age or lot in life, should be pampered on occasion. Current events justify it more than ever.
And so last month, I took a plunge. I got a pedicure. For those 30 minutes, the angels sang in harmony, the noise of life stopped and feelings and sensations I’ve never known in 51 years came alive. They say the feet have a billion nerve endings. I think that’s on the low end.
This played out at a strip mall near 143rd Street and State Line Road. For most of ...

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