I must be serious about boots. It's Sunday, and I'm in the bootshop working on my second pair, while Kitty Wells is giving her last Texas appearance...at the Elks Lodge in Brownwood. I'm a little worried about time. This pair should go faster, but they're fancier...foxing on the toe...a couple of butterflies inlayed. I know Tex won't let me go home with a half finished pair of boots, but the more he has to jump in and speed me along the less experience I'm gettin'. It sure would have been handy to have had a previous career in shoe repair, so I would know how to work all these machines. Shoot!..forget the knives...what's scary is takin' an almost finished boot and walkin' up to that belt sander. yikes.