I often wear a blue tee shirt with the silhouette of a dead pigeon on it. It's a great conversation starter.
"Why do you have a dead pigeon on your shirt?"
"But why is it dead?"
I shrug again.
This went on for weeks. I wear the shirt because I like the way it fits.
Then I got a little nervous. I really didn't know what the dead pigeon was all about. What if it was a gang symbol my street cred didn't clue me in on? It's hard to believe that's possible, being from a huge metropolis in rural Utah, but what if?
The only other thing on the shirt was the word "calle". As everyone knows, that's a girl's name, right? But being so culturally diverse in rural Utah, I figured it could be the Spanish word for street. I googled it.
Turns out, my dead pigeon was the logo for an organization trying to get soccer back to the streets where it originated, instead of in multi-billion dollar stadiums and tournaments. I wish "calle" luck with that.
And someone should tell that poor girl that her name also means street.