I remember the boots I wore in 1968. They were dark brown leather and came up to my knees, hugging my legs so tightly they made my legs sweat. They had 3 inch heels so that when I walked across campus they made a clip clop sound like the hooves of horses, a comforting stylish rhythm – here comes someone really cool, they said. The brown boots went good with my bell bottom jeans and my leather jacket with fringes that nearly always got caught in my backpack – although it never occurred to me to remove the fringes – what was a little inconvenience compared to fashion? I remember being enamored of a guy who stopped me on the Ave and told me how much he liked my boots – today I’d think he had a foot fetish, because he couldn’t take his eyes off my boots, but I was too young to know about those things then so I found his attention flattering and validating to my sense of style.