An Ode To A Pair Of Boots

Recently I bought a new pair of boots. Normally this wouldn't be cause for celebration or a posting on my blog, however this is different. The boots I was replacing have become almost like good friends. They are comfortable and well broken in. They are weathered and tough. And I have had them since I was in high school. For those doing the math that is 19 years. I should get some freebies or something from Wolverine. I mean what a selling point. Picture the commercial. A barren wasteland is shown, then a picture of a mountain top, then a snowy tundra and finally a city street. And as this happens the voice over guy (I'm thinking James Earl Jones) says when everything else in your life crumbles and fades away, you can count on your Wolverine boots. Cut, print and send it to the commercial awards show. I like my new boots but appreciate all my old boots have done. They have seen graduations, national parks, vacations, oppressive heat, bone chilling cold, amusement parks, long drives and short walks (and vice versa). They have carried me through many states, living in 6 of them, ready at a moments notice to do their duty. Good times and bad they were always the same. I will still wear them occasionally, however the crack in the sole means no rain or snow, but if the weather is right I may still take a walk with some old friends (oh that could be another commercial).