Our Leather Boots

By Jim Hagarty
2018
So they found a guy face down in the mud in the Thames River in London, England, still wearing thigh-high leather boots. I saw a picture of the boots. They still look to be in pretty good shape. In fact, I am embarrassed to say they look better than the boots I wear. And, I am downright ashamed to report that the poor man, and his boots, ended up in the river at least 500 years ago. My boots are 20 years old. I guess they just don’t make them like they used to.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.