Hall of Honor
There are few traditions more noble and proud to me than the veritable
Summer Chucks, signifying the start of the summer season with a fresh pair of Chuck Taylors to beat up, grass stain, and have adventures in. This webpage honors my Chucks of summers past.
The first ever pair of Summer Chucks, these were my summer shoes for the final year that I taught preschool/after school summer camp. The dark blue bodies of these shoes are covered in poorly drawn Sharpie stars and lightning bolts, doodled onto the shoes by an overactive group of seven and eight year olds during reading time one day. The toe of the right left shoe is stained with red popsicle dye.
Bright teal with a yellow heel stripe, these shoes have patches of dust and dirt from summer movie making. These shoes make a brief appearance in various short films and skits that were once available all over YouTube, but which are now in deep hiding.
Dark red and nearly dead describe these shoes, which suffered a catastrophic fire pit incident during this year, rendering part of them slightly crispy. The rest is too gruesome to describe.
Medium blue, these Chucks bore the brunt of the damage this summer when we went to Disneyland no less than four separate times. Legend says that if you sniff these shoes during a full moon, they smell like Churros and Dole Whips. These shoes also have a permanent Sharpie mark on the toe of the left foot where magician Penn Jillette dropped an uncapped Sharpie on me when I was backstage after a performance.
From the Summer of a Bajillion Concerts, these shoes are perpetually dirty, beer soaked, and covered in grass stains. These shoes were present at the Postal Service's retirement tour concert at the Great Saltaire on the last day of Spring 2013, right before their replacements for that summer arrived shortly thereafter. Careful viewers will note that the black sidewall stripe has started to come off on these shoes. That's because they've been beaten to Hell and back.
The only Summer Chucks that I've ever babied, these shoes are white with yellow laces, so they were washed multiple times when mysterious stains from BBQs and parties appeared on them. While normally washing your Chucks is a cardinal sin (because it takes away from the awesomeness), once these shoes had a mixture of brat grease and charcoal on them, they definitely needed to be cleaned.
Probably the least worn Summer Chucks, these shoes had a weird stitch in the back of them that sometimes rubbed unpleasantly against my heel. As such, they were worn a few times, but now reside in the back of my closet because ain't nobody got time for that.
This excellent surf green pair of Chucks was a limited edition color that summer, so it was an absolute no brainer. These shoes sat in on a ton of band practices, photoshoots, and some late nights around the neighborhood propped up on somebody's fire pit. These are good soulful shoes.
The Route 66 Summer, these shoes traversed the Mother Road, and are caked with rich brown mud from every small town along the Route. These shoes hold a special place in my heart for a number of reasons, not just because dark maroon is a really cool color for shoes.
To be decided.