As youngsters, we often referred to tennis shoes as ‘sneakers’, characterized by rubber soles, faded black cloth uppers, and the aroma of the 7thgrade boys locker room.
For 30 years I wore a cheap pair in honor of Fred Perry, the last British player to win a men’s singles Grand Slam title, Wimbleton 1936. Until my children, in their early teens, began mocking my fashion sense. Apparently, shoe branding equated to social standing.
Sooo…May 20, 1987, a Wednesday, I opted for an upgrade to an adult grade leather casual, Bass Boaters®. I recall this, not from memory, but a curious habit of always dating each pair of shoes when purchased.
Stylish to me, although never having owned a boat, I learned too late they were a second tier brand….admonished because the best, most desirable, with patented non-slip soles for walking a damp teak deck on your cabin cruiser, were Sperry TopSiders®, the choice of eastern elite Ivy leaguers.
Now, 31 years later, I still wear the boaters, walking my dog, down to the DeTour marina to look at other people’s boats. And their shoes. Posing as the ancient mariner. A patina of ‘previously owned’, the soles have the Firestone tread depth of a 1941 Studebaker Champion headed to Kaminski Salvage on South Bend’s west side.
Once, only briefly, I considered an eBay purchase, used, from the legendary NBA Bull, so I could walk the ‘hood in Chicago’s Bridgeport…or MoTown, Watts, Harlem, Ferguson, but the potential for a hospital bill and trying to get on a CTA bus, barefooted, without a token, and not having $556 dampened the enthusiasm. And a lot of other ‘asms’, for a honkey clown with size 9½ wearing a pair of size 13 EEE.
Jordan 1 Retro Bred “Banned” (2016) $556 pair
Not likely, as this writer, these Boaters and my pal Starbucks are barely broken in.