Humor - John Martin's 10 good reasons to wear his son's shoes

OTHER SHOE ARTICLES OF MINE

Why the three wise men bared their soles
I think the people who formed the logjam at my local shoe shop yesterday will agree that often you do not realise you need new shoes until winter arrives.Well, it has arrived here in Canberra. It is cold and wet.
And, sure enough, I have discovered that the shoes that served me so well through a hot, dry summer have developed tiny holes in the soles capable of sucking up uncomfortable quantities of icy rainwater, dew and frost droplets as I slosh my way hither and thither. MORE ....

No place like home among the gumboots
I came to grips long ago with the fact that my wife Katherine is taller than me.
Heck, it is no big deal. A lot of the people in my life are taller than me: workmates, friends, my bank manager, and Sneezy, Sleepy, Happy and Doc in my stage debut in primary school.
Katherine, I must add, is not that much taller than me.
In fact, we discovered recently that we take the same size in gumboots. MORE ...

To justify wearing my son's shoes

I have a once in a lifetime opportunity. Having stepped literally into the shoes of my father I sense that the time is rapidly approaching I can also wear my son's shoes
Don't worry. It's not like I'm going to take the shirt off his back. I just want to slip into Jack's shoes once in a while when he's not using them. I call this concept timeshare and I think it might catch on..
It was different with my father. His adult feet and my adult feet were the same size.
It was a constant for some years. If my mother ever asked me to slip down to the shop or take out the garbage, and Dad's shoes were the first ones I could find, well, that's where my feet went. I always brought them home again and nobody complained.
I'd still be wearing them today but, alas, he didn't leave me any shoes in his will.
How many times have you heard: "You can't take them with you, you know"? If that's true, what happened to all of his?
When Jack was just a toddler, he took great delight in stepping into my big shoes. Now it it nearly payback time. My son is only 10, but he received some tall genes from my wife's family and he's just one shoe size small smaller than me right now.
The good news is by the time he is 11 he will be probably be my size. The bad news is that by the time he is 12, he will be wearing shoes somewhat bigger than mine and I'll have to kick myself with my own shoes if I miss this short opportunity.
I am philosophical about that. I mean, who wants to wear the kind of shoes he likes anyway? Sheesh, he even has one pair with inbuilt wheels.
I can just imagine my wife asking me to roll down to the local supermarket. By the time Jack is 12, I'll nearly be 50. Never mind about scaring little old ladies as I whizzed by; I'd scare myself.

October 18, 2006
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I have a once in a lifetime opportunity. Having stepped literally into the shoes of my father I sense that the time is rapidly approaching I can also wear my son's shoes

Don't worry. It's not like I'm going to take the shirt off his back. I just want to slip into Jack's shoes once in a while when he's not using them. I call this concept timeshare and I think it might catch on..

It was different with my father. His adult feet and my adult feet were the same size.

It was a constant for some years. If my mother ever asked me to slip down to the shop or take out the garbage, and Dad's shoes were the first ones I could find, well, that's where my feet went. I always brought them home again and nobody complained.

I'd still be wearing them today but, alas, he didn't leave me any shoes in his will.

How many times have you heard: "You can't take them with you, you know"? If that's true, what happened to all of his?

When Jack was just a toddler, he took great delight in stepping into my big shoes. Now it it nearly payback time. My son is only 10, but he received some tall genes from my wife's family and he's just one shoe size small smaller than me right now.

The good news is by the time he is 11 he will be probably be my size. The bad news is that by the time he is 12, he will be wearing shoes somewhat bigger than mine and I'll have to kick myself with my own shoes if I miss this short opportunity.

I am philosophical about that. I mean, who wants to wear the kind of shoes he likes anyway? Sheesh, he even has one pair with inbuilt wheels.

I can just imagine my wife asking me to roll down to the local supermarket. By the time Jack is 12, I'll nearly be 50. Never mind about scaring little old ladies as I whizzed by; I'd scare myself.

WANT TO READ MORE '10 THINGS'? CHECK OUT THE ARCHIVE BY CLICKING HERE