What is it about women and shoes? It seems that many, perhaps most women just can't have enough of them. I was sharply reminded of this late Wednesday night when I stole sheepishly into the bedroom after an unbridled excursion through the Vintage Ford CD-ROM collection. Naturally I didn't want to disturb Marge from her peaceful slumber. Well, the truth is, I was afraid that if Marge knew how much time I had spent on ah ... "research" she might expect me to get up early and shovel the walks. So with the lights off I quietly crept into the darkened room.

That's when it happened. I barked my shin soundly on the sharp edge of her new shoe rack. The walk-in closet became too small for her collection so she added an auxiliary rack along our bedroom wall. In her defense she tells me that shoes don't "turn" on you like slacks and dresses do. They are accommodating no matter what stage you are at with your latest diet. It's a hard thing for me to understand. Until recently I was still wearing shoes that I bought at a British Boot liquidation sale on Jasper Avenue in 1984.

I wish I had more time to make my "case" on this subject, but Marge just stubbed her toe on the new larger display case I built for my growing collection of Ford and aftermarket Model T Carburetors.

Robb