When David was with Joan and Joan was with David. What year was it? 1993 I think. Freshly divorced with cash in hand, I discovered Joan and David and my first pair of expensive boots. It's been a long summer without them, but the fog and cool air bring my tattered, sewn, shoemaker friendly, resoled, multi-tapped, shoelace replaced babies out of the closet. Hello Joan and David.
Welcome Fall.
