everyday shoes are the ones pictured here, a pair of ancient Rockports.
They’re comfortable, if hideous. When I’m mostly staying indoors, this is what I wear. If I have to run a quick errand in town, a trip to the dump or something, I’ll leave them on, but not if I expect to be out in public for long.
Next to the door there is a pair of truly heinous slip-ons. These are what I put on if I’m not wearing shoes and have to run out in a hurry, to see what the dogs are barking at or to take them outside at night, for instance. Come to think of it, most occasions when I wear them involve dogs. They should be called dog shoes.
For when I’m actually working outside, I have a pair of Justin lace-up work boots.
I’m not really a shoe guy. In addition to these, I have some casual Keens, some hiking boots, a nice pair of Lucchese western boots for every day, a pair of dressier Tony Lama boots, two pairs of Converse sneakers (including way awesome leather John Varvatos-designed Converse), I think another pair of two of worn out casual shoes I have never thrown away, and a pair of dress shoes that I almost never wear.
There’s not much call to have nice-looking footwear out here, and anything that is nice is liable to get scratched or soaked or filthy in no time. This isn’t a world where you walk outside and there are sidewalks and then you drive to someplace else and there are more sidewalks or a garage and then a carpeted office. This is a world where three steps from the door there’s dirt and thorns and rocks. I’ve always been hard on shoes, and living here is even harder on them.
But if you see me coming, you might not want to look at my feet.