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Okay, I feel better. This store, though, made me forget, for the few minutes I was there, buying some boots, that I was in the middle of that mind-numbing, world-weary place.
Great service, great selection, a real throw-back to a time when shoes were truly a specialty item, sold be trained personnel. I walked in with low expectations and left with wings on my feet. Not wing-tips. Wings. Comfortable boots, waterproof, ready for the poop-storm of Ohio's "shoulder season" weather, when snow becomes ice becomes slush becomes mud becomes more snow.
(I even, for a moment, dreamed that I were walking out of that store, onto a cobblestone lane, and could almost taste the pint awaiting me at the pub, just opposite. Damn. Wrong, again.)
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