White's 350 Cruiser

I started “the dome” thinking that this would be just like any other stretch of time in life. Well boy was I wrong! Around one hundred days of wear, hundreds of thousands of steps, multiple snow storms, 85 arrested fugitives, multiple hospitalizations (for my wife) and most importantly the birth of my son. These boots have been on my feet during the highest highs and some of the scariest lows I have ever experienced. They started as a beautiful black waxed flesh and have ended with what I would consider an even more beautiful brown patina of the rough out breaking through. They have been beaten by my desk chair, scratched by sidewalks, the toes have had unknown amounts of toddler feet smashing them. I’ve danced with them on, ran in them, stood in court, flown thousands of miles, spoke at a conference and at my local church. The wedge sole has handled snow and terrible winter weather as well as expected and provided a solid place kick in doors. They are more comfortable than when they started even with the sole arch starting to flatten out. The great philosopher Andy Bernard (a.k.a. Nard-Dog) said, “I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've actually left them.” I think these are the good old days and I can’t wait until next year to find a new companion for my adventure.