I decided in Madrid to get a pair when my friend told me Clarks last forever.
When I got back to SF, I bought a pair and wore them with jeans.
They’ve seen the coast, from Eugene to San Diego. I wore them across the boats and beaches of Sydney, sticky humid sidewalks of Manila, and throughout Vietnam.
I’ve walked across Manhattan and back, I’ve walked late nights and early mornings in Chicago.
They don’t last forever. The hole that’s finally forming in the bottom tells me I’m going to outlive this pair. But to me they’ve lasted a lifetime.