I have a feeling that Seattle’s summer will be drawing to an abrupt and rain-soaked close sooner than I’d like. I’d better enjoy the sunshine and stock up on vitamin D while it lasts.
These shoes are the most comfortable pair I’ve owned since I was eleven, my father was overseas making that Army cash on the double, and my folks could afford to buy me the latest in basketball sneaker technology—the Nike Air Max Uptempo. Same shoe Reggie Miller wore. I was king of elementary school, no doubt.
I didn’t understand finance at that point (not that my parents’ money was any of my business, anyway), so I couldn’t figure out why I had to go back to wearing shoes from Payless when he got back from Korea. Of course I wasn’t too happy about it—while everyone was rocking the latest jerseys, I was stuck wearing knockoff “Team USA” kits during my school days. The year of the sneaker (as I have come to call it) was the first and only time during my childhood when I had the coolest gear. Still wore the bootleg jerseys, but goddamn if I didn’t have the freshest sneakers in school.
As rough as the transition back to plebeian footwear was (I was a kid and these things were important, damn it), it was instrumental in instilling in me a love of unique and individual style. I couldn’t have the latest, greatest, and best—so I had to find something special, something me, something no one else had.
Never been the same since.