When I was little my mom and dad both worked during the week most days and had little time to take care of my brother and myself. My mom found a woman named Anita that took care of George and myself along with her three children. Right of the bat, I became great friends with her oldest son named Bertram. We were thick as thieves, no matter what one of us did the other always followed. So one day in the middle of summer I'm sitting propped up against the couch when I ask, "Bert what do you think about walking around with no shoes the rest of summer, they always feel like a bed of thorns grew out of the side of my Nike's!"

Slow to reply Bert answers, "Uhhhh I guess that could be pretty cool!" From that moment on we never wore shoes. From the beach to the playground and the backyard to the living room. Since our feet would get so dirty Anita would make us clean them off in the bathtub. She told us that you could tell a lot about a person by where their feet had been. Basically she was telling us that our feet were literally walking encyclopedias of our lives.