Doc Martens are now Chinese made IIRC and don’t last.

Solovair is the the company that used to make Martens and you can still buy that style there. I hear they’re much better than Martens, but also occasionally a mixed review that they didn’t last very long.

I’ll offer a mixed review for carhartt…while they used to be strictly workwear, they’ve started putting up retail spaces in designer clothing areas. Prices have shot up. I had a belt from them that fell apart pretty quick with normal wear. Got a work shirt that’s doing pretty good though. IMO they’re headed down the same road as a lot of brands that get popular - price hikes with decreased quality.

Couple possibilities. Dropped cigarette. Electric seat heat or motor failure causing a fire.

…yet when dying demand socialized health care that you made sure to rail against when healthy.

…and the Native Americans.

Going to university means you have a better chance than average at getting a good paying job*, not that you will get one.

*assuming you didn’t degree in some low-pay field or something.

We’re still here. We’re the latchkey kids even on the internet. We show up, pop a TV dinner in the microwave and watch the boomers and everyone after us fight. We remember the “good old days” of MS DOS, C64s and get cranky at having to fix both our parent’s electronics as well as our kids stuff; because ot seems most anyone after the advent of the iphone tends to be clueless about tech and would rather take a selfie than learn how to assemble today’s dead-simple PC components.

We’re the last group that had a shot at getting the cheese in the laid-out easy maze of graduating college with a degree and walking into a place we wanted to work and dropping off a paper resumee.

We’ve also been at the tail end of seeing things disappear. Pensions. Affordable health care. Affordable education. Realistic retirement. Company loyalty. Etc. so we’re caught between everything the boomers had and the generations after don’t. We’re a transitional group between rotary dial phones and the modern internet.

Nobody knows what to do with us. Not even ourselves.

So we get forgotten.