Tuesday, September 14, 2010
High Top Chuck Taylors
As out of it as I have been these last 30 years or so, even I have taken notice of the Phoenix like rise from the fashion ashes of Converse's bedrock product, Chuck Taylor sneakers. Millions of hip young folk are once again wearing the sneakers I wore probably at the same age.
I lived in Chucks for 10 years or so. To say I know them well would be an understatement. Unfortunately what is being foisted upon the public today are not Chucks in the pure form God meant them to be. The only decent Chuck is Black or White and high top. Anything else is, well, not a real Chuck. I know some people think low tops are cool. But Chuck Taylor wore high tops. That's good enough for me. And he didn't cotten no red, blue, or yellow ones neither.
Moving over from Virginia, I fancied the "Click" look. Button down shirts w/fruit loops, khakis or peg-legged Levis, wool sox to match the shirt and Weejuns on my feet. Needless to say, I was not immediately accepted by the Blocks in Maryland. After some rough re-education sessions, I conceded to some of their demands. I bought some high top Chucks and a Ban Lon or two. But I could never bring myself to put on those damn Big Macs or let a dollop of grease touch my hair. They dropped the hair and pant demands when I made the basket ball team and was suspended a couple of times for unruliness. Since I was a jock, and a troublemaker to boot, I was ok in a token sort of way.
The chicks who hung with the Blocks were bad ass also. Big hair on top and quite often low top Chucks on the ground. The real nasty ones wore high tops. I took a shapely Block chick to my very first dance ever. Besides the trauma of dealing with a female so close in proximty to my burgeoning libido, I had to deal with the Big Hair , and a Chucks attitude more macho than mine. We had a great time once she took over control.
I often think about that year at John Hansen. Another transient stop among the many I made as the son of a military man. Maybe it was my age. Maybe it was the circumstances. But that year changed me. I emerged from the experience with a chip on my shoulder I have been trying to whittle down ever since.
Keep it 'tween the ditches...........................