Despite the love and loyalty I have for my favorite shoes ever, I could no longer justify keeping them any longer. They have seen me through many years of ups and downs and ins and outs. They were once my flashy "out on the town" shoes, and then became comfortable old dependable workhorses. Eventually they helped me mow the lawn and bang around the garage. I don't know how old they were, at least 15 years, probably more.
They are now retired, out to pasture. Gone. It's a sad day.
It is my firm opinion that Doc Martens are the greatest of all shoes. Born in the ruins of post World War II Germany, they migrated to England in the early sixties and, sporting the now iconic yellow stitching, worked hard in the factories and played hard in the pubs. The punk generation gave them a radical new image that they still enjoy today.
Rarely is something so practical also so cool.
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