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SHOES, members. You got 'em. You use 'em. They're amazing. Both safeguard and signature, shoes keep all 52 bones of your feet untroubled by pointy terrain and errant wads of bubble gum while offering a thousand ways to say to the world: Call me Mr./Ms. Kicks. But more than pragmatic protection or fashion statement, shoes have a metaphysics that render null the laws of gravity, since even the lowest of loafer keeps us bipeds aloft, on the ground but also just above it. So if you need a lift as you walk, run, or pirouette from this Friday to that Friday, cast your eyes earthward and you'll find dogs with wings, rocket-powered landing pads, a homebase for your ambulatory powers. In short, SHOES, members. Yeah!
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