These poor shoes will not be coming back to Puerto Rico with me because after seven weeks of hard duty here at the house renovation, they are shot.
They have made countless trips to Home Depot; they have been in the attic, under the house, and on the roof; they have supported me and the thousands of pounds of rubbish I've help load into five dumpsters; they have been splattered with paint, mud and probably some sewage. They have served me well and I will miss them.
Maybe I should have them bronzed.