Today, I officially retired my well-worn Clarks Oxfords (right side)—faithful companions that have seen more miles than some government vehicles and probably attended more meetings than I care to remember. They’ve earned their rest. Comfortable, dependable, and never complained… even when I did.
But it was time.
In their place: a pair of brown/cognac Florsheim cap-toe Oxfords. Same mission set, just a little more refined—like trading in a trusted field watch for something with a bit more polish. The Clarks got me where I needed to go; these Florsheims are here to help me arrive with a little more presence.
No disrespect to the old guard—but we’re stepping things up now.