Tie Your Shoes
If I could give one word of advice to the youth of today, it would be: tie your damn shoes.
I never wore big, poofy shoes with fat shoe laces. Never. I wore respectable athletic shoes (we used to call them Tennis shoes) of the Velcro type, or with spaghetti shoe string laces.
They didn’t need batteries or replacement bulbs, they didn’t glow at night, they weren’t made of shiny reflective plastic, and they didn’t have a hidden compartment for retractable skate wheels. Standard colors were black, white, blue and red. Laces were almost always white. They were simple shoes, nothing special, very similar to the type you would find in pictures of the 1980’s.
They were just shoes. And oh, by the way, we used to walk in them too.
So the next time you see a punk 9-year-old skateboarding and his shoe randomly falls off his foot has he pushes his way down the street, do what I did today, slow down, roll down your window, turn down your stereo, lean over, and as you pass by tell him to tie his damn shoes.
(I’m 25. I hereby proclaim myself as the oldest 25-year-old in Encinitas today.)
