So - these are my brown shoes.
Bought in August, 2002, these shoes have been through a lot with me and logged mileage all over Europe.
If they could talk they’d have so many things to say.
Many times they were the very thing that kept my feet moving one step at a time - the unknown unseen friend that reminded you to keep on keepin’ on.
“I was there when your baby was born.”
“I was there when you were singing the love boat theme on the gondola while in Venice, Italy and then the neighbors from up above started throwing things at you - hahahahaha - that was funny.”
“I was there when you went throughout Europe not knowing anyone and ended up seeing the branch manager from the bank you went to as a kid about 1/3 mile from The Coliseum.”
“I’ve been there through countless work re-organizations.”
“But most of all…..I’ve just been there. Your dutiful servant. Always ready to serve you as needed.”
I’ll miss these shoes - I even wrote an ‘homage’ song to them that talks to the ‘end of life’ of an old man and the old man’s family surrounds him and there are those brown shoes he asked to be buried in and can be seen going toward the light wearing those brown shoes.
Oh - my brown shoes.
