My best friend from fourth grade came over to my house one day with the coolest pair of black PF Flyers. He was fluidity in motion, and I was mesmerized by him and his sharp hightops. We explored my father's woods for hours on end. His kicks enabled him to climb trees, play ball, and hike for hours on end. Late in the spring, his dad, a SSG at Fort Dix was transferred elsewhere, and I never saw Robbie, my "blood brother", again. I miss him to this day. (I'm 75.) Recently, I stumbled across a PF ...