Smoke’s Spaldings: The Telltale Heart of Shoes

Maybe you thought I was kidding/exaggerating when I talked about my dad and his new shoes in the post earlier this week. 

I wish.

Buuuuuuuuut, I received a text from my mom, and ol’ Smokie Goldenstein is donning the Spaldings today. She sent photographic evidence, and I thought y’all may enjoy it.

Look at those things, people. (Yes, I did notice the absence of the world’s most bizarre socks. I know that they are discontinued, so my mom may be trying to slowly wean him off the gray ones…)

Please note the tacky blue coat as well. I would say that that’s another post for another day, but basically, it’s the shoe story. With a coat. 

 I feel like this post wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t tell you that this ‘happy hour’ my parents were attending was at my great uncle’s house, and that I am 100% positive that there were Black Velvet roadies for the 7 mile drive to his house.

And yes, this great uncle is the one who sits at his kitchen table, while using binoculars to see his TV. And yes, he’s my favorite.

There you have it, folks. Smoke Goldenstein, killin’ the game.

-Bev