“The ramblings and grumblings of author Ad Hudler”

A love of my life ...
Saturday, November 22, 2008


Yes, my ostrich-skin boots. You need to know I grew up in a state where governors wear cowboy boots, and the town I grew up in in eastern Colorado was surrounded on all four sides by cattle feedlots, so no matter which way the wind blew we always smelled manure. Locals would take pride in telling newcomers, "That smell? Why, that's the smell of money."
So ... though I myself didn't wear boots all those years in Colorado, I feel the right to adopt them as my own in adulthood. I love my boots. I have four pair, two pair of Red Wing work boots (black and brown) and two pair of going-out boots ... the pair in this photo and then a nice pair of lizard-skin cordovan-black boots that I wear with my tuxedo.
Why boots? Consider this line from an essay I recently finished: "... Boots change an attitude better than a new haircut does. I strongly believe that Texans' collective, unchecked arrogance comes from the fact that so many of the Lone Star residents wear boots. Put on a pair; they will defy you not to strut and walk about the world as if you own it."


1 Comments:

Anonymous newsandverse said...

Put on a pair; they will defy you not to strut and walk about the world as if you own it.

Thus, explaining eight years of U.S. politics.

November 23, 2008 at 11:09 AM  

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