Someone may get a boot out of this
By Charley Ganong
HIGHLINE TIMES
(Editor’s Note: Jerry Robinson is taking a break. Charley Ganong provides a bit of family humor this week.)
It's not for lack of effort (or footwork.) Lord knows my bride, Linda, one of Elsbeth and Jerry's daughters, has dragged me through every shoe store around in search of the "Golden Calf"--that pair of boots that have the perfect look, feel and fit.
"Well, how about this pair?" I say, tentatively waving before her, hoping beyond hope, what look like suitable contenders for the princess' magic slippers.
"No, not those!” she says, hurriedly trying on and discarding what look like a perfectly good pair to me. "Those will never work." Don't you know anything?! Let's go!"
And off we march to the next store, a mountain of overturned shoeboxes, bewildered clerks and dashed dreams tottering in our frenzied wake.
Still, like a would-be prince looking for the foot that fits the glass slipper, I keep hoping that somehow, somewhere, she will find her dream boots.