No. It was my own fault for being impressionable. The Malleable Personality. That was, as it turns out, the subject of my Trampoline Hall lecture. As opposed to Banjos and frogs.
(oops. I've been accused on my Banjos and frogs post of being a
It's interesting, considering the image that I stole was actually stolen by them first - since I have the original image of that frog playing that banjo in beautiful print from this book, for Hance Brothers and White throat lozenges - from the 19th Century. The print is a photo of a 3-dimensional window-display ad. Let me see if I can find the picture. Oh. here it is. My favourite pic of a frog and a banjo.)

But back to Fluevog, I'm wondering if the shoemaker himself is still asking people to write 500 word essays called 'How I saved Mister Fluevog from the clutches of the devil', or some such thing, in exchange for fluevogs for life. These shoes, such as what Erin McKeown and I have (mine more conservative and hers less) are called 'Angel shoes.' It's because they have the image of 19 angels on the sole of each shoe, if you can believe it. Treading on angels. Or at least treading with the moral support of angels. That's what M. Fluevog would have us do...
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