Back in the groovy 70's, I bought myself a pair of frye boots.
"Oh, these will last forever" the salesperson averred. Well, 45 years later, I still use them in the snow.
My waist has perchance changed in size in those years, but my feet haven't. So I can still strap them on. And I forge out in the snowdrifts to shovel the walk, even refill the bird feeder. (I may be a curmudgeon, but surprisingly I have a heart.)
Frye boots. Sure footed, and clamped to my feet like there's no tomorrow.
I now know why catalogues offer those boot puller-offers.
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