Jim Brown's Only Other friend, Chris, in Connecticut.
Ah, Jim! His review of these fine shoes brings back so many fond memories. As noted by Jim's other friend, it was kind of tough for the guy after his 10 minutes of being in style evaporated in, I think, 1972. No chicks, no job, tossed out of school, but what the heck, he still had his feet didn't he? He could walk the entire Pacific Crest Trail in his Wallabees, couldn't he? And then the Appalachian? So I went with him, each of us in our
Clarks (I liked the Desert Boot, myself), chasing bears, living off the land (and, in one memorable dry stretch in the Mohave Desert, off our
boots) while we sought the Tao. I lost Jim somewhere on Mt. Kathadan and assumed he'd been swallowed by a crevasse, but here he is, on the web, still paying homage to his favorite shoe and boasting about getting laid. He could never have done it without these great shoes.