Gosh, I can't remember when it all started, I do remember that Sheila and the boys were living in Toledo at the time. Mitchell was in grade school yet. For years, on his birthday, I'd take him to the store and buy him his Nike shoes. I was willing to spend top dollar on him but he'd always pick something more reasonable. To him the cost didn't mean the shoes were any "less cool" than the more expensive ones. It was something I always looked forward to. And then we'd go to McDonalds where he'd woof down 2 Big Macs, fries, and a soda. I don't where he put two Big Macs but he'd give you this pitiful look if you offered him a Happy Meal! Good memories, I miss you Mitchell. You're my angel in Nikes to this day.