Goodbye, Messrs. Scholl

When I left Hirakata in May of last year, the sensible Scholl brothers unfortunately couldn't come with me. Their once unremarkable but elegant looks had long since faded, they were taking in water, and like a pampered princess I could feel every grain of sand on the street through what remained of the well-traveled soles. They wouldn't have liked the Japanese summer anyway. Too warm and humid for them. It was time to let go.

Goodbye, Messrs. Scholl. I may have left you in a Burnable bin at Seminar House 3, but you are not forgotten.