Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for August 17, 2018

Not shown: The Cat that chewed m’new shoes.

Those are walking shoes. If he put them anywhere else, he wouldn’t need his climbing shoes.

I would have to say, Gert, that that is a very good question. Does it really keep the cats from pooping in them?

That is The High Shoe Shrine. Not shown are the 14 candles burning on the floor below.

They do need dusting now and then tho…

When he bought them, in 1981, the shoe clerk assured him that they were very high fashion.

He wants to maintain their high style for years to come, and this is the highest place in the house he can find to keep them.

The dog can’t get at them up there.

“Certain shoes are to be held in high reverence. These are my golf shoes. Leave me alone.”

Wives and common sense. Tchah!

No one likes scuffs on their best pair of dancing shoes.

I’m getting the van back today!

Woo Hoo!

This ride isn’t going to fall through.

He likes to pretend they’re his high heels…

Cuz stink, like heat, rises! ;o]

A profound question.. why indeed

He gets his exercise just putting his shoes on in the morning…

Oh, oh oh! I know! So the cat won’t get them! I know, because that’s how I live!

Those are his Dancing on the Celling shoes!

..“Cuz SheRRif MunKy Shooz… er… BLueS iz LukiN ferrUm..”

I wondered about his shoes being up there until I realized this is Ballard Street.

Gene O’Jean ( aka The Dancin’ Machine ) keeps his fashionable, Florsheim fandango footwear, far from frolicsome Fred, for fear the frisky foxhound finds them.

Surely she’s heard of platform shoes.

She forgot she insisted he get them as far away from her as possible when he took them off.

Gene’s going to smash his fingers when he leans that ladder against the wall.

That’s his exercise, Mrs! :-D