A Pair Of Justin Boots And A Warm Night

Summer evenings in Texas are the best. I don’t know anybody who doesn’t like them. Now there’s northerners who do like the full change of seasons and the cold, but you can’t beat a hot summer night in Texas. When we were kids, every night we would ride our bikes into our little town and hang out on the bed of the creek that ran right through it.

There was five of us, doing nothing but hanging out together, and loving every minute of it. School was out, whatever work we did, we finished up during the day, so this was our time. One night, when I was about fourteen, didn’t have a license, but did start to like girls, a tall, muscular guy, probably in his thirties, walked by with a beautiful women hanging on to his arm.

I remember this so clearly because everybody just stopped and watched them both until they rounded a corner and were out of site. But I remember thinking that night, how great it must be to have a girl like that walking beside you. Believe me, the way I looked at 14, there were no girls interested in me. “That’s the kind of women I want to marry,” I mumbled. For that remark, I was tossed to the ground while the guys told me that would only be in my dreams.

Well, I did dream about that night, many times. What’s strange is that I remember specifically what this guy was wearing, particularly his boots. If I remember correctly he was wearing a pair of Justin cowboy boots, and that’s the reason he looked so tall to me, because those boots added a few inches to him.

Now I’m the one who’s in my mid thirties and there’s times in the summer where I’ll put on a t-shirt, jeans and my old, broken in pair of Justin boots. And when I do, it’s funny, every single time, that memory of that guy and girl walking down the street that one hot summer night in a small Texas town, comes back to me. What amazes me is that how a 30 second event, 20 years ago, can affect me for the rest of my life. And because of it, I’m a lifelong customer of the whole darn Justin Boot line.