You won’t catch me roaming Beach Haven in flip-flops anymore. I’ve shuffled into the I need extensive and expensive arch support era of my life. Just this sad truth has forced me to open my eyes and admit to always having had an interesting relationship with footwear. I wouldn’t exactly call it a shoe fetish only because that seems a bit seamy. I will say that my fascination with the things people wear on their feet started in childhood.

When my parents would throw a party or host a family feast, I would park myself under the table, the perfect place to…