These old boots have seen their share of heartache and pain—enough to fill a country western album of sad songs and ballads. In the leather, you can trace the wear and tear of old flames and lovers who carved their marks with the words and deeds of scoundrels—leaving me for dead, never knowing the harder they pushed, the stronger I became. Just like leather bends, flexes, and becomes tougher and more supple with age, so have I grown more resilient and stronger with each trial. While the old classic songs reminisce of unrequited or lost loves, I’ve pulled on these boots many times and kept on walking as the Nancy Sinatra song urges. Some say wearing boots is a fetish, and in a sense it is. For a fetish is an object or thing that is full of magic and empowers and fills us with strength beyond what is human. So if that is the case, then bless these boots for I am stronger and I feel more sure of myself every time I pull them on.