Have you ever heard of this? People that write down every memory that ever arose within their brains? I think I read it in a book somewhere.
I pride myself on having the ability to remember things, often of little significance per my lovely wife, that happened years ago and for fleeting moments. I decided that I didn't want to start writing them all down, but Elizabeth suggested blogging them. After a few days of thought, this will be the first such blog. She may regret this.
I remember the first night I met Josh Stites. While sitting in Elizabeth's apartment with Jenny Dalton and others at the "Royal Arms of Love", Mr. Josh Stites entered my life. And the thing I can remember best about that night was that he had just picked up some new suits and one FINE pair of shoes.
Shoes that could set a dance floor on fire.
Shoes that could make a man.
Shoes that Jenny would die if he wore in public.
And that night, I met Josh for the first time and immediately associated him with what I thought was a pretty snazzy pair of shoes. To which I thought, "If this guy can pull off those shoes- he's gotta be a great guy".
Last Friday night, Elizabeth and I visited with Jenny and Josh at their house and before we got there, Josh put on those shoes. Josh, you looked and still look great in those shoes. Don't let people throw hatemakers at them. And in our future months and years in Nashville, I hope to see those shoes often.
Not the actual shoe.
