Posted by Brad Maniscalco on 10/21/2013
We have all seen it. Women parading around clubs, streets, and all kinds of social events in footwear that not only makes them appear to be giants, but appears to force them on their “tippy toes” the entire time. Now as a shorter guy, this demonic trend has tortured me for years. Without getting too intimate, I admit that I have always been drawn to women who were shorter than me. Therefore whenever an occasion that required a date would present itself (i.e. school dances, weddings), I would generally ask someone shorter than me. Not simply because of insecurities, but because this was also my preference.
Posted by Brad Maniscalco on 10/16/2013
Being from a small town, I almost felt pretentious when people would ask me where I lived. During holidays and reunions, I began noticing the faces of those I knew in years past scoff or turn in disgust when I would say, "No, not New York State, New York City." I lived in New York during a transformative time in my life, I did not know what I wanted to do and like many postgrads, I was just learning who I was to become....
Posted by Administrator on 10/15/2013
Glacier National Park, Whitefish, MT - 7:00 AM: The sunrise illuminates my tent as if it were an oversized Edison bulb and I begrudgingly wake from my much needed slumber. My mornings consistently start with wiping the drool from my cracked and burned lips; then, packing my gear in such a sloppy fashion that it will irritate me when it comes time to find what I am looking for later down the trail; and finally, I dress myself accordingly and slip my feet back into the Boulder Boots. At this exact moment my roaming spirit is rekindled; my anxiousness for adventure aflame. And my anticipation to see where the Lems Boulder Boots will carry me next in the day's exploration is already making this early morning that much sweeter.