Word: leathered
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...literally dusted off a decade-old pair of ragged black leather boots sitting in her closet and visited a shoe-repair shop for the first time in her life. For a fashion-conscious woman, the thought of recycling clothing hurt her pride a bit. "I walked in with my tail between my legs," she says. "It was something, initially, I was not proud of." Then she saw the price: $16. And the work: the boots looked as good as new. "I walked out of there going, 'O.K., all right,'" Thorsen says. She proudly wore her healed heels...
...shoe repairman, who owns McFarland's Shoe Repair in Lakeland, has fought many anxiety bouts in his 23 years running the shop. "I've spent nights pacing my floor at 2, 3 in the morning, wondering, How am I going to get through this?" says McFarland, who teethed on leather as a baby. "Now I sleep the whole night through," he says. "I've never seen it like this - it's wonderful." (See which businesses are bucking the recession...
...minutes go to Registrar Barry S. Kane for his many 1-900 calls to the “Pokemon Snap” tip line. [4] Many of the minutes obviously go to Prof. Michael Sandel and his attempts to redeem his Joe Camel points and finally get the leather jacket he’s been pining for—what utility! Over in Littauer, Prof. Greg Mankiw still manages to rack up several hours on the ol’ “electronic” banana with vaunted capitalist Scrooge McDuck...
...home of the druggist and the house of the leather dealer, and the home of the state auditor and the little house where the divorced schoolteacher lived. You see where the Lincolns' babysitter trudged home after a long stretch with the rowdy boys, and you see the spot where stood the home of Jamison Jenkins, a conductor on the Underground Railroad. It takes no great imagination to picture the enthusiastic parades and rallies that flowed through this street during Lincoln's historic campaigns...
...paper-covered walls while others pound away at a punching bag. Near the center of the room, a handful of youngsters gather around a thumping sound system and swap French slang-infused lyrics over a heavy hip-hop beat. Reclining on a nearby sofa, sporting a black leather jacket and yellow athletics pants, his short dreadlocks covered by a furry ushanka hat, British musician Tricky - the one responsible for this scene - is beaming. "It's wicked," he says. "People just come in and chill out. It's like a clubhouse." (See pictures of an urban adventure in Paris...