The Shoes are dead. Long live the Shoes!
Ok, I've taken some liberties here from a bit of French monarch succession history, upon the coronation of Charles VII following the death of his father Charles VI in 1422. Here, though, is my news... I'm so sad to report that my totally, comfortable work shoes(they were like slippers to me), finally bit the dust last week. Yes, they survived six Maine winters. I wore them every single day, I think, since the spring of 2004. How do I remember? It was part of my cruise wear for our sojourn to the Caribbean for a high school graduation present. Now, be careful. I know what you're thinking. Birdman, they still look great and so wearable! And yes, on first glance here they do. However, what the photo belies is that shortly after this was snapped, on a trip to dump crap into the compost pile, I ripped the entire undersole out of one, rendering it dangerous to wear and useless. Boo hoo! But don't fret, I have a new pair that I have been breaking in for the last year.