Struggling Well With Life

If you have followed my blog - you know that I have a good friend with bad taste in shoes. Read that blog before going any further, otherwise this won’t make much sense. Well, today, I finally shamed him into getting a decent pair of shoes. We went into an upscale shoe store at Southpark, he tried on several pair, and ended up with some respectable choices. So as he was forking over his money to buy his Italian leather shoes, he pointed to a huge shipping box at the back-end of the store. On the side of this box, in larger than life print, it read “made in China”. My hope is that his feet will know the difference between good leather and petroleum rubber.  Certainly, they will at least smell better.