By John Anderson

Labor Day weekend was sort of non-labor for me. Don’t get me wrong; I support the working men and women of this country. Especially those brave people at Market Basket who stood up in an unprecedented manner for Artie T. They did one of the things our United States is known for around the globe, peaceful and effective protest. I am so glad they prevailed, and I will venture down to the Oxford store this week.

I am firmly convinced that Market Basket will recover. The loss of greedy Directors doesn’t hurt the effort, and even small increases in prices will not hurt their competitive edge. As an example, if they raised their milk prices by 10% to $2.74, the cost would still fall well below the $3.49 plus we see at local grocery stores. What a great business model he has built.

Most people get Labor Day off from work with the exception of people in retail, public service, medical facilities, etc. At least some get overtime or holiday pay as they should. I took four days off and spent most of the time with my wife’s family in Stamford, CT. I did work on Friday doing the regular back up of my computer files and especially the 5 or so gigs of photos I recently shot, but after that, my thoughts weren’t local. If AT&T had good service in this part of Connecticut, I might have gotten the Code Red alert about the Tornado, but I had to read it the next morning on our Facebook page thanks to Jeff LaBonte. I’ve digressed.

On our way home, we stopped at Cabela’s so I could return my second pair of pac boots in six months. When I photograph football, field hockey, or soccer in the late fall, it gets cold. Anyone sitting in the stands during those games knows exactly what I’m talking about, and when you’re pretty much stationary for a game, the feet are often the first body to part to get cold after my right index figure. Thick gloves are hard to wear when photographing, and late in the second half of night games, I actually look at my hand and camera as I prepare for the coming action. I visually check to make sure my finger is actually on the shutter release. Digressed again.

I bought a pair of boots in the post-winter sale this spring, and, as suggested, bought my shoe size. I could barely get my feet in the boots and returned them after two lengthy contacts with Cabela’s customer service. Learning from my mistake, I ordered a different pair last week and went up a full size. I still couldn’t wear them comfortably, so I returned them. While I was in the store, I talked to a great shoe salesman and tried on another pac boot. We concluded I should go a size up with this boot, but they didn’t have it in stock. At least I can buy with confidence when I order over the Internet.

This is not a criticism of Cabela’s. I love this store, and they have great products. I’ve had the same issue with L.L.Bean and Merrill, but at least the guy in the Merrill outlet warned me about the reduced sizing of insulated shoes or those lined with Gore-Tex. My question for the shoe industry is, “Why not size shoes as they end up, not where they started from?” My best suggestion is to try them on in a brick and mortar store.

Artie T. wouldn’t sell shoes this way. He would never sell 7 ounces in an 8 ounce package.