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?
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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.
A friend of mine asked me, “if you had to make one choice… boots, leather, or your Harley,” which would it be?
Today, March 4, is my father’s birthday. He was born 105 years ago. I only knew him for 12 years of my life, but with all the stories from family and interactions with his colleagues where he worked, I feel as if I know him more than my childhood recollections.
Someone made this comment recently on this blog, and I have received email over the years asking the same question, “why don’t men wear boots any more?”