On Sunday Lloyd looked dapper and fine for church – dress pants, suit coat, a spring in his step – very fine, indeed. Then we went to WalMart. He got out of the car, set his foot down, and the sole of his shoe fell nearly all the way off. He shuffled. Shuffled like an old man. Shuffled so much I said, “Do you want to go home?” He declined, but I stopped at customer service and asked if I could have a piece of tape to repair my old man.
We spent a looong time in the glue section looking at various types of epoxies, but finally settled on super-duper rubber cement. It is recommended for leather and fabric so we figured it would be flexible enough.
It worked like a charm. You paint it on both sides of whatever is broken, wait half an hour, then stick the pieces together. Boom. Shaved thirty years off Lloyd.