Boots

I feel good in boots, leather ones that come up over the ankle . . . no higher, no lower.  Come to think of it, maybe my love for boots started when I got my first pair of booties.

My first pair were Red Wings, back in my 20's.  Lace 'em up, and you're ready for anything including mud puddles and deep snow.

I left my first pair in Texas after visiting my brother.  I called to have them sent back to me and was told that they didn't have them anymore.  What?  Did they spot some Mexican doing yard work across the street and ask him if he wanted a pair of boots?  I'll never figure that one out.

So I bought another pair of Red Wings.  After they wore out, I went years . . . a lot of years before I bought another pair.  I was shopping in Home of Economy in Grand Forks, North Dakota, and they had a boot sale.  Bought a pair of Carolina's for around $40.00 (the company was going out of business).  It's 10 years later, and the soles are only about 25% spent.  I wear them in the winter, walking to work, and only for work projects in the summer.  So I expect to get a lot more years out of them.

Whenever I lace them up, I think of my old friend, Chuck Frautschi, who lived in his boots.  Chuck's a retired art teacher, and I have little doubt he wore boots to school every day. 

Cowboy boots?  Back in the 70's I bought a pair of pseudo-Cowboy boots.  But they always hurt the top of my foot.  Even when I drive long distances, I must loosen the laces on my shoes.  I should buy some slip-ons for traveling.

I also have a pair of knee-high water boots made by a Canadian company, Kamik.  WONDERFUL boots.  I used to deer hunt in them.  Didn't even need socks, they kept my feet warm.  In fact, maybe socks make it worse if you sweat.

If you don't have boots, buy a pair . . . any type . . . they'll make you happy.