Saddle shoes, penny loafers? Funny names that we wore on our feet. I wasn't a big Pat Boone fan, but I did pound the playground pavement at St. Joseph's Grammar School in a pair of white bucks. Back somewhere around sixth grade, they were my pride and joy and I did my due diligence to keep 'em without schoolyard scuffs. Did they impress the girls? I was oblivious if they did. I just thought they looked so cool dangling from the end of my feet. A beat up pair of loafers, without Abe Lincolns I might add, traveled with me through junior high, along with countless pairs of sneakers. When I hit high school, I could not survive in class without my cordovan Bass Weejuns. They were with me everyday, everyplace, every waking hour, it seemed. I wore them out, got the soles replaced, and bought new ones. Feet don't fail me now!