This pair of shoe, the heaviest of my modest collection, had been leading a monotonous life, moldering away on an ignored shoe rack, never coming into contact with asphalt or cobbles.
This winter, its boredom was alleviated, on the day after Christmas, when New York City was whipped by a formidable blizzard that left low walls of snow all over the city. That day, all my other footwear went on a complete strike.
It’s this ankle-high, snow-resistant, oil-resistant, mud-resistant boot that carried the day (and me.) I trudged in it through the frozen bog to the neighborhood grocery store, a 20-pound backpack on my back.