As I think about much of the advice that I keep seeing coming from podiatrists and other experts, I figure I must be doing something wrong.
Their admonitions just aren’t coming true.
It’s funny how we tend to orbit our comfort zone. We get used to doing things a certain way. We go to the same places; we mainly shop the same places.
I suspect that’s particularly true when one regularly goes barefoot. You’re just interested in getting your stuff done, so you go to the places where you haven’t been hassled before.
But it is also true that we tend to exaggerate in our minds the possibility of attention. Even in new places, it doesn’t happen much.
But there are times when it can be a real surprise.
Here’s a bit of a cute anecdote about Dizzy Dean before he became a pro pitcher.
It’s from Bennett Cerf’s column in 1959.
Dizzy Dean, one of the all-time baseball greats, tells this story
on himself. When he was pitching for an Arkansas hillbilly nine in
his salad days, a rival outfit, determined to undo him, sprinkled
broken blass around the mound. Diz, barefoot, hurled six shutout
innings without a squawk, but then he stalked over to the rival
manager and grumbled, “Joe, you just gotta get this broken
glass away from here. It’s cuttin’ up the ball!”