A little over a year ago, a kindly gentleman named Tim Driscoll gave me a new pair of shoes. You can read about it here http://thehomelessguy.blogspot.com/2013/09/tim-driscoll-san-diegos-one-man.html
Well, those shoes have just now given up the ghost. Coming apart at the seams, they are completely unwearable now. They were a pair of black New Balance walking shoes. Consider that I’ve worn them every single day for 380 some days. They have put up with a lot from me. Yeah, shoes are one inanimate object that I get attached to emotionally. They go everywhere you do, witnesses to your life, making what you do possible. If they are good shoes, they will put up with a lot of abuse. And I appreciate that.
Well, I have a cheap pair of sandals for now. They should get me through to the next pair of shoes that come my way.
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