As an adolescent foot fetishist, vacationing at the beach was my ultimate challenge. Hell, I still thought
I was the only person on Earth plagued with this shameful, inexplicable distraction. And "Look, but don't touch"
has never been my favorite strategy. Jeez, it was tough. Sunglasses were the order of the day, to say the least,
so as to hide the direction of my speechless gazing.