My knobtoed, orange-colored kick-up shoes were nothing but Florsheims, the ghetto's Cadillac of shoes in those days. (Some shoe -- 88 -- companies made these ridiculous styles for sale only in the black ghettoes where ignorant Negroes like me would pay the big-name price for something that we associated with being rich.) And then, between Small's Paradise, the Braddock Hotel, and other places --