This weekend Mrs. Dr. Omed led me on a shopping expedition to the local Sears. We bought new bedsheets, and a new pair of sandals for herself. She would have been more than happy to put a new pair of sandals for Dr. Omed on the bill, but I have a pair of perfectly serviceable five year old Tevas. The glue securing the soles has begun to give out, but I use my heavy duty electric staple gun to reattach them when one or the other starts to flop. In any case, Mrs. Dr. Omed ordered me to stay in sight and behave, so I started examining the lady's pumps to see if any of them were made in America.
