A commenter at BAGnewsNotes points out that Obama's shoes have already had at least one trip to the repairman to get half-soles.
My father used to do that. He wore very nice dress shoes daily for his work, and instead of forking over a couple/few C-notes for new shoes he took them to Bart's Shoe Hospital on Beekman Street. They don't have a website. Never did. Never will.
Hat tip to Marcellina; over the pond, among the big mountains, woodshedding away in The Practice Room.
