After 4,380 days, a pair of Danskos — and a calling — fall apart
My Danskos literally disintegrated last month.
I was in the hospital team room, finishing up my patient notes at the end of a busy hospitalist shift. I happened to look down at the floor, and there they were: black chunks on the carpet.
I thought, “Who left such a huge mess under the desk?”
I looked at the bottom of my black Danskos. There was a sizable chunk of the sole missing.
Finally, the …