Took a new pair of running shoes out on the trail this morning, which sent me thinking back to ghosts of footwear past...
My first pair of racing shoes in high school, their splash of color like the Miami Dolphins out of place on grimy trails.
Another favorite pair from that era, reissued in recent years in same bright red, now (gulp) labeled 'vintage' or 'classic.'
The beefy pair that trundled up and over Imogene Pass; the svelte pair that glided up and down the Seven Sisters.
These footwear flashbacks got me thinking about a tagline from nearly 30 years ago: Mars Blackmon may have been on to something.