Foot fetish

Some people don’t like feet. I have a good friend and former work colleague who would literally shudder at the thought of a bare foot. The day a fan wrote and asked for her shoe size, I was pretty sure my freind was going to pass out. Me? I like a good foot. I don’t go around stealing pumps or taking cell phone pics of hot ladies’ feet. But, I get into feet more than your average bear. Sue me. As Todd Snider once sang, “It ain’t like I gotta lot of bodies in my trunk.”

I also take no small amount of concern in the comfort of my own feet. A couple of years back, I discovered Ecco shoes. Since then, I have traveled far and wide, spreading the gospel of Ecco. My recommedation: switch to Ecco and you will never want to buy another brand of shoes. Simple as that. If you spend any significant amount of time on your feet, Ecco is not only your friend. It is your savior. (Oh, and lest you think I get paid to pimp Ecco, I don’t–not even in shoes). When I’m on the road, I am sometimes on my feet for 16 hours a day. Ecco makes it feet like four.

I was pleased to see that my buddy Doc Chako (just returned from Iraq) decided to take me up on my recommendation and join the cult of Ecco. However, when he went out in search of his first pair, the response he got was more in line with what I’d expect to get around these parts.