Snow boots. They are boots made for snow. It’s that simple. If you want to keep your feet warm and dry, you own a pair. If you don’t worry about such things, then your feet are cold and wet. And, if you live in an area without snow, well, you are missing out. I prefer the warm-and-dry-feet option, but, as with many realizations in my life, I learned the hard way.

I have positive memories of wearing snow boots as a child, because the mere sight of them meant it was time to play in the snow. And who didn’t want to do that? Snowmen. Snow angels. Snow forts. And a good, old-fashioned snowball fight. It was a winter wonderland. And my snow boots? I also recall them vividly. All black. Mostly rubber on the outside. Foam cushion on the inside. A zipper going up the front. Draw strings at the top. And metal clasps that folded over to secure them tightly — at least that was the idea. Somehow, someway, snow seemed to get inside those boots every time, making for a wet, slushy mess. After recess in elementary school, snow boots from all us kids would be lined up on the radiators with the stench of childhood sweat permeating the room. And, yes, there were a few Wonder Bread bags. The smell of it all wasn’t the scent of cinnamon sticks or sugar cookies, but we didn’t care because fun had its own aroma.

When junior high rolled around, a new style of snow boots did, too. This was the disco era, after all, and everything had to be outrageous — including snow boots. Even the name had to change, as they were now called Moon Boots. They looked like something Ace Frehley wore, which is probably why I liked them. No zippers. No pull ties. No metal clasps. Just a lot of vinyl and foam that slipped on and off like a hot knife in butter. I think I still wore them as needed in high school, but they went by the wayside in my college years. To be honest, I am not sure I had any snow boots at all in college. Dad would shake his head in disbelief.

Once out of college, and driving frequently as part of my job, I developed a horrible habit of running out of gas. These were the days without cell phones, so I had to walk to the nearest location for help. Without boots. Once. That’s when I realized that Dad was right again. So I stopped by a rural Big Bear store (remember those?) and bought the biggest, warmest and most unfashionable pair of boots they had left on the shelves. And I loved them. I eventually wore those snow boots out, but I have purchased multiple pairs since, which have all been much appreciated each time I continue to run out of gas.

Today, I have a pair of snow boots in my vehicle at all times, as I seem to appreciate warm and dry feet even more as I age. But if the situation arises, I might be up for a few snowmen, snow angels, snow forts — and a good old-fashioned snowball fight.

Have a terrific Tuesday, and thanks for reading.

Shane Goodman 

President and Publisher
Big Green Umbrella Media
shane@dmcityview.com
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