somewhere between rochester and buffalo, the lower sole of my boot detached all the way back to the heel, leaving me limping and tripping over the railyard rocks. this did not provide me with a very smooth or incognito gait for trainhopping.
since our boxcar was detached from the freight in buffalo, we wandered out of the yard and over the freeway to investigate fixes. a roll of duct tape was purchased from the surprisingly inhabited wal mart behind the booming value city.
i was back in business--at least temporarily--and rocked the silver tape shoe all over cleveland.
and once i got home, my handy jade rigged up some glue and clamps, melting my heart. ah, the things that impress me.