A curious habit, denoting the purchase date inside every pair of shoes, might be regarded as an untreated obsessive-compulsive disorder by some. Having done this regularly for fifty years, I find the data to be both interesting and informative, and therefore offer no excuse. What might require psychiatric evaluation is the need for women to own fifty pair or more when men easily shuffle through life with less than ten. Few men, if any, have a poster of Imelda Marcos hidden in their closet behind the girlie mags. Her husband Ferdinand, the now deceased despot of the Phillipines, probably slept in a separate bedroom located adjacent to Imelda’s shoe warehouse. I digress.
This morning, in preparation for the Vintage Trailer Jam, July 11-14, in Saratoga Springs, NY, I discovered my aging boat shoes, a suitable accessory for the casual weekend activity anticipated. This event is the result of a scheme developed by, and for the purpose of privacy to the innocent, a person who will be referred to only as, Rich Luhr. Because that is his name. Conceived as a showcase for aged trailers, frivolity and borderline lewd behavior, in the form of ukelele pollution, are certain to be highlights of the weekend. Think Woodstock for the Elderly. Or worse. Do you remember Arthur Godfrey and his beloved Hawaiian songstress, Haleloke ? A performance by her image, in drag, dressed in one of those bizarre pineapple shirts, may be on tap. HALELOKE in 1952
The magic of ElMarko, 21 years ago
Pointed southeast, from DeTour to Saratoga