There is some controversy about what defines generations, including those generally lumped into the class of “millennials” who were born roughly between the years of 1981 to 1997, more-or-less. I generally disavow lumping anyone into any category because I myself don’t fit stereotypical lumps. But that’s another story.
Anyway, I had an interesting conversation with three guys in their late 20s at a professional association social networking and mentoring gathering, and I thought I would convey the boot-related parts of our conversation. (I participated as an old-fart sage/mentor in my role as an officer of the association.)
The boot-related conversation began by one of the young men noticing cowboy boots on my feet, and saying…
As requested, I will (try to) resume posting a summary of the boots that I wore during the past week.
Having a large collection of cowboy, dress, motorcycle, and work boots which I wear every day, I choose from a large variety of styles, colors, and designs.
This is a short chronicle of the boots on my feet since last Friday night…
Lately here in the DC ‘burbs, the weather has been highly variable. Record-breaking warmth one day, followed by snow flurries and cold rain the next day, windstorms and drizzle and sun and warmth and cold and … oh my… at least it’s not raining men. (I have the only man I need, thanks.)
Anyway, with the temperatures varying by some 50F day-to-day, and with the precipitation also changing as rapidly as the temperatures, I accommodate those weather changes by changing boots much more frequently, too.
Today as I complete attendance at a very high-level meeting with ranking members and leadership of a highly important working group, once again I am suited to the task. What clothing and footwear?
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Contrary to a comment received on a recent blog post titled The Guy Who Checks Out My Boots about “BCO” with whom I work and has become “boot-wearing curious,” I am happy to report that Mr. BCO has …
Greetings from the (virtual) seat of my Harley! All this week, we have had an exceptional warm spell that has dissipated all signs of the cold, snowy winter that we had. Imagine, just seven weeks ago, photo right, is what we were dealing with.
This whole week, while technically still during astronomical winter, we have had Spring. And where have my boots, leathers, and butt been?
Every morning at work, I attend and speak briefly at a morning briefing of the Big Cheese and his direct reports, all leaders of the organization for which I work. And every morning, without fail, I catch sight of one of the regular attendees checking out my boots.
Has he said anything?
I was at a meeting in downtown Washington DC yesterday, and someone said something to me that I found amusing.
Setting: auditorium where people are gathering to listen to presentations that are rather geeky, but in my field. I was invited to join the panel as a “respondent,” meaning that after the speakers completed their presentations, I would join three people from other agencies to respond and engage a dialogue.
I was wearing the requisite jacket and tie, dress slacks, and a good-looking pair of black Lucchese hornback caiman boots.
Out of the blue, a gentleman came up to me and said,
“Oh, you’re that smiling boot guy.”
As we approach Christmas, things are winding down at work and at home, we’re preparing a run-up to family gatherings. For me, booted, of course!
What boots for what occasions at work and at home?