I’m sure the more bespoke options can be made that way. I just checked the red wing site and it looks like their heritage collection come in at a max of size 14. That said, they generally run big (1-2 sizes) so it might be worth visiting a store and trying something on if you can.

Do you need sneakers, or would boots be an option? If so, that opens the door to Goodyear welted boots whose soles can be replaced when they’re worn out by a cobbler. They’re also generally comfortable (especially after being broken in). You can go from premade boots (e.g., redwing) to custom boots; costs escalate quickly the more bespoke they are, obviously.

There are some Goodyear welted sneakers, but boots are probably easier to find.

I know it’s probably not the most popular suggestion, but the goodyearwelt subreddit is a great place to look for recommendations and reviews and post questions.

It’s old.reddit.com or nothing for me.

I’m your huckleberry.

Nope. Definitely just you.

Do it. Give in. It’s great.

60 songs that explain the 90s.

Surely this isn’t a serious question?

Two that I often quote:

Into each life, a little rain must fall. (almost always delivered sarcastically)

And:

Well, people in hell want ice water.

I loved that woman. Wish I would have known her better.

When Brandi Carlile’s voice cracks and she belts out the chorus near the end of The Story, it’s just incredible. There are better singers, technically, but the pure, raw emotion conveyed is powerful (to me anyway).

I remember driving through Iowa and seeing vast fields of corn and learning that the majority of that corn was not even destined for human consumption. That kinda blew my mind.

…always been on the lookout for polar bears.

This is a reality I simply cannot fathom. How often are they actually observed “in town”?

If I were single or, heck, didn’t have kids, I think I could pull this off. I have done a few conferences at cool locations where my partner comes along and that was doable, if only just. But with a partner and kids in-tow, I know I don’t have the discipline to truly work while they’re all out doing fun touristy things. Maybe a an hour or two, or a half-day at best, but no way I’m going to want to (or be able to) stay chained to the desk, no matter how nice the view is. But that’s just me and what I know about myself.

I was in Maine recently and they charge for bags there. At Walmart, the self checkout staff member was also selling bags to the people who needed them, in addition to monitoring everything else that happens at self checkout.

Right on par with the old, “Hurr durr of course it’s hot, it’s July!!!1!1!!1!” comments. These are the same folks who, when faced with a polar vortex in December or January, proudly and obnoxiously crow about “global warming.”

Well great. Now I need to find somewhere to stream They Live. Thanks, OP.

Shower beer. Amazing after a hot day mowing / at the pool / exercising / etc…

Uh, I use bar soap and it doesn’t smell bad. There a loads of small, cottage soap makers who are making really great (and great smelling) soaps. I just prefer those over body wash or whatever.

I don’t know if it would be helpful (it may be harmful, who knows…), but I can’t imagine a local news station not being interested in this story. I can hear it now:

Coming up, a local working mom sought permission from her job to pump milk for her newborn during her shift, a practice approved for thousands of working moms nationwide. But her employer said no, and now she’s being forced to find employment elsewhere. 5 on your side investigates next.

Actually, Cunningham’s Law says nothing of the sort. If you look at the source material as I have done - and in the original Phoenician, because so much is lost in translation otherwise - you’ll quickly note that Cunningham is really attempting to convey the hopeless sense of man’s search for purpose in a cruel, unforgiving world. While some scholars debate the literal truth to this sentiment as expressed by the author, it is generally thought plausible if not outright likely that these writings followed a catastrophic life event of some sort - the loss of a child or death of a spouse, witnessing the end of a great civilization, a dick pic delivered to the wrong person. While the specifics aren’t known, what we do know about the author is that he would likely be further distraught at the loss of control and ownership experienced with a misattributed “law” on the internet should such a thing even be imaginable.