I've done a lot of thinking on this...a lot of research...a lot of consulting.
There are no legitimate blogs about feet. This is going to be my niche. I've already trademarked the name.
This is going to be THE place to come to when you want to read about all things feet.
No apologies
My goal is to make this THE place to share foot info.
For instance...
Did you know....
There are approx. 250,000 sweat glands in your feet..and they produce as much as a half pint of moisture each day. Kind of gross, but no lie.
(Half Pint)
The skin on your feet is thicker than anywhere else on your body.
Buy shoes later in the day when your feet are tired. They will also be slightly swollen, ensuring that you won't buy a pair of shoes that are too small.
The gait pattern of your right foot does not usually match that of your left.
(by the way...that's Elroy "Crazy Legs" Hirsh for you non feet lovers out there)
The size of your feet has absolutely nothing to do with your intellect or (if you're of the male species) how well endowed you are.
Oh, I'm a size 14. No lie.
Today is National Measure Your Foot Day
Actually it's not.
...but it is April's Fools Day.
Did I get you?
Pompatus of Feet?
Please.
...now Pompatus of Meat is a whole nother story...
Peace and love...now go tell a little white lie to someone else
...and just to help you visualize how the rest of the story goes, picture this every time Chris speaks. This is exactly how he sounded EVERY time he spoke...that off kilter delivery..the slightly odd pronunciation. All the time. All day long.
So here's the scene. Chris Walken and I sitting together in the front seat of a classic black cadillac parked at the end of Custom House Wharf. Saying nothing. Just sitting and staring out the front window. He hasn't even started the car yet. I'm starting to feel uncomfortable....
Chris' eyes are closed, but they're fluttering. He's moving his head like he's having a conversation with himself, then he starts gesticulating like he's punctuating his thoughts ...moving his shoulders...pointing his fingers. This is enough for me so I start to slide across the seat towards the door and I reach for the handle. Just then he opens his eyes and speaks.
"Donut time".
I say, "Donut time"?
He says, "Donut time. You know? Time for donuts".
"Where do we get a good donut in this town. I'm not talking about no Dunkin Donuts...no Krispy Kreme donuts...no grocery store donuts. I'm talking honest to God donuts. You like a good donut, don't you pal?" (He would call me pal all day).
So I say, "Well there's Tony's Donuts. It's a little bit across town....."
"Stop", he says. He points at me and says, "Tony's it is. Let's roll"
Chris starts the car. He pushes in an 8 track tape. Yes, an 8 track. It's the soundtrack to "Liza with a Z". Kid you not.
"You like music, don't you pal"?, he says as we pull out on to Commercial Street.
"Sure I do", I say.
Chris then talks about Liza Minelli for the rest of the ride to Tony's Donuts. I don't say a word, other than occasionally answering with a "yes" or "no" when he sometimes ends one of his long dialogues in a question.
Something like this...(time to picture Christopher Walken in that video clip).....
"Liza Minelli, now that's some real talent. She was the total package...sing, dance, act. She was it. Cabaret is my favorite movie. You know, I was there the night they filmed this (pointing at the 8 track). May 31, 1972. Lyceum Theater on Broadway. Jesus, the costumes she wore. She was a real trooper. Best show ever. I mean EVER. You've seen this show, haven't you pal"?
"Yes"
"Sure you have pal. You know, I have a donut every morning. It's my one vice. I don't drink. I don't smoke. I don't do drugs. I don't stay up late. I allow myself one donut every morning, but it's got to be a good one. I'm partial to donuts with a little something extra. Not just your plain or your chocolate. I'm looking for something more out of a donut. Glazed...sprinkles...crunchies....filled...(he emphasizes each type of donut, slow and methodically). I don't do the powdered though. No powdered for me. Do you like powdered donuts pal"?
"No"
"Of course you don't. Too messy. Who wants to eat a messy donut".........
Get the picture?
Ten minutes later we pull into Tony's. Come to think of it, I never had to give him any directions. Somehow he just knew where to go.
"No eating in the car", Chris says. "Let's roll".
We get inside and instead of racks of dozens of different donuts the only thing we see are powdered donuts.
Chris says to me, "What is this some kind of a joke"?
