It’s all about the Chuck Taylors
A True Story
Late one night in the mid-’90s I was sitting outside a cafe in Northwest Portland. A guy walked out of the cafe, did a doubletake, and then darted over to me.
“Where did you get those?” he asked, pointing at my green hightop Chucks.
“Um…I’m not sure,” I answered, “probably somewhere in New York. A few years ago, I guess.”
“They don’t even make that green anymore,” he said. “You can’t get it anywhere.”
He paused.
“I’ll give you twenty five bucks for your shoes.”
A True Story Late one night in...mid-’90s I was sitting outside a cafe in Northwest...