Some of you may have caught me Barefoot Ridin’® recently, and I gotta tell you guys, it feels great.  My friend John Alford used to walk around barefoot all the time (and considered a dip in the ocean as good as a shower) and it used to seem so strange to me.  Growing up everything was no shirt/no shoes/no service that it almost felt illegal to walk around barefoot.  The Grand Realization was that it only means you can’t go inside certain places.  And who needs the inside when you can be outside?  It feels GREAT goin shoe-free every now and then.

Now about 80% of my dog walks around the neighborhood are barefoot.  It makes me feel more connected to the world somehow, even if I’m walking on cement.  I mainly stick to walking on grass, although then I do have to watch for dog turds.* 

If you live somewhere that’s not full of broken glass and syringes, give it a go.  You’ll feel just like Huck Finn off to chase some toads. 

Give Barefoot Ridin® a try and let me know how it goes for you.

Barry

*I’m very aware that I’m lucky to be in a nice neighborhood where dog turds are the biggest threat to Barefoot Ridin’®.  I used to live in Koreatown and if I tried this back then I would have stepped on one or more of the following: Condoms, broken pieces of old toilets, dead things, glass, and one guy who must have fallen asleep while taking a piss because he was passed out on the sidewalk with his wiener in his hand.