There was an old farmer named Martin,
From his many shoes you can't part him,
Wife says, "They must go!"
He shrieks, "No, no, no!"
This stubborn old farmer named Martin.
My husband said, "Come here. Look at this. Don't you think this would make a good story?" He was talking about his footwear. He's finally gotten it that any and everything on this ranch is a potential subject for a story. I've often thought about writer's block and it ain't here, folks. Just swing, well, a dead anything, and you'll hit a story in the making. That's just how it is. There, I've said it.
So on this particular day the husband says, "Get out your camera. Take a picture. I bet you can think of things to say about my boots," and I think, well, yes, the first thing I can think of is you have too many! Then he goes on to describe what they're all for and in a minute I can clearly see why he needs them all.
Going clockwise starting at the top:
My husband is Imelda Marcos in work boots. I bet Imelda could come up with an explanation for why she had all those shoes, too! I think of the day my grandmother explained to me how, when she was a girl, they had two pairs of shoes, period. One for working and one for church. They got a new pair when the old ones completely wore out and could no longer be repaired by the cobbler.
Don't you think we're a little bit spoiled?
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