Sometime back in Princeton Mary told me I needed to get some kind of casual, non-business, non-athletic shoes I could wear to social events. Being my normal happy-go-lucky, ever-obliging self, I skittered off down to the nearest DSW Shoe Wearhouse and picked up the loafers shown below. I shopped for them diligently for as much as 15, perhaps even 20 minutes.
When I brought them home Mary said that they weren't at all what she had in mind, which was in fact some Blundstones. In any case, I did not take them back to the store, because I was a busy man.
At some point in time after we got back to NC I got an office of my own and took the loafers up to it. They and I have traveled from office to office and enjoyed one another's company ever since, with no need for Mary or her nasty words.
Admittedly, she was not altogether wrong about the shoes. Despite the length of time we were together, they never became fashionable. Something about the square toes and visible stitching somehow just never became the rage. But they were very comfortable.
Over time, the soles got holes in them, then the right one cracked right in two, as shown below. After a while, it was clear that their time had come.
Today was the day. I tossed them, having replaced them with some very fetching nubuck Blundstone clogs as my office shoes, actually the fourth pair of Blundstones I've had since I got these office loafers.
I'm not all that sad.
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