Sometimes some guys have asked me about living in boots and leather. Some people seem to be concerned about what other people might say or think. I guess that's why I consider myself lucky to live in a large metropolitan area, and in a county composed mostly of forward-thinking progressive people who don't try to force others to conform to narrow moralistic points of view.Thus, on Saturday as I head out to pick up some grapefruit at the local Catholic church's monthly sale, take my elderly aunt grocery shopping, and then go kick some tires on a new Harley that I'm thinking about buying, I have on my really comfy "naked leather" jeans and my Chippewa firefighter boots as shown in this pic. I've got on a t-shirt and flannel shirt, and will wear a parka. It's still below freezing. I will likely switch to my warm leather jacket and vest later today when I go to the Harley dealer. Living in boots and leather? No sweat. Really, nobody notices and most could care less.
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