old boots and a word from our sponsor
MY boots are worn through. The soles are still good, but the stitching is busted. I am getting fat. They may not be used to the weight. I don’t run anymore. Most of the time I just stand around. The eyelets are broken. They are still comfortable. All the Dubbin in Dublin won’t keep the wet out. The leather ain’t just distressed – it’s broken. It will be tough giving them up. Sure they need to be put down, but they are old friends, too. I just hope my feet are out of them when they are buried. Friends or not.