I did it! I found me a pair of good ‘ol cowboy boots and I must say, they are darn comfy. These duders fit me like a glove…as though they were made for my feet. All broken in and stuff, I am IN LOVE! I know, people think cowboy boots are silly (especially folks in SF), but I am embracing this symbol of our American heritage like none other. I wear them to work, I wear them to bed, I wear them when I go for a run (ok, the last two not so much, but I would if I could).
If you were ever to own one pair of shoes in your life…consider cowboy boots. That is all I have to say.
Author: Ali Carras
At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change.
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