Last December, I called my brother, Mike, in a panic as the most special Air Jordans released without me paying attention. I have a predilection for black Air Jordans and the 23 was the epitome of the Jordan mystique and coolness. I called him and his wife, Julie, immediately went into action. She made phone calls and hit two stores in SLC before she was able to score the coveted kicks.
Everytime I wear those AJs, as recent as last Friday, my heart is warmed by my recollection of the shoemergency and Julie's sensitive and caring actions. Thanks Julie and I promise to never put another rug burn on Mike's forehead again.
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