It wasn't all that cool to wear socks back when I was a teenager and nobody had invented those one socks that are less than ankle socks that you can't even see when you have your shoes on. You know those? I don't know what they call those socks.
I can still remember what it felt like to slip into those boat shoes. Even if I left them out in the sun for half a day, whatever was growing in there kept the soles at a comfortable 65 degrees.
I'd probably still be wearing those same boat shoes today but they walked away one morning. I think it was a Tuesday.
I wouldn't welcome them back now. I heard they committed a double murder in Tucson.
When I was a teenager my boat shoes smelled like death . . . eh.