I've talked the talk and walked the talk. Now it's time to walk the walk.

It's a good thing I bought comfortable shoes.

On the way to the airport Friend's Mom was recalling her son saying, "we're not going to be walking that much in England." She and I have each other a knowing smile while I said, "you think so?"

"Good luck with that."

Shoes are the symbolic expression of the lives we live. Many years ago I met a woman who specialized in Shoe-ology. She said you could tell a lot about a person by the shoes you wear.

I think she's right. I wore conveniently comfortable shoes then. I bought even more comfortably convenient shoes now.

Simple. No fuss. I like that in a life.

Not trying to impress anyone.

:: insert car screech::


Actually, yeah. I know, I know. It certainly seems like taking your kid to a foreign country is trying really hard to rank high on the Cool Dad scale, but really I'm doing this to leave a lasting impression, rather than trying to impress him.

I don't need him to fill my shoes. He wears a size 15 shoe (IKR?!) so neither one of us can fit in the other's shoes.

I want him to walk his own walk, to find his own path... and leave behind his own impressions as he goes.


Thanks for walking this journey with me. I’m still quite a ways to go, so I’m offering products and portraits to those who want to come along on this journey. Donate here: or Venmo @StuRosenArt. Every bit helps.

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