<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Shoes on Sunday Evening Review</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/shoes/</link><description>Recent content in Shoes on Sunday Evening Review</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 16 May 2026 06:00:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/shoes/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Best Golf Shoes: A Guide for Anyone Whose Feet Have Opinions</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/best-golf-shoes/</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2026 06:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/best-golf-shoes/</guid><description>&lt;p>I ruined a pair of shoes on the seventh hole of a Tuesday morning round last October. Not ruined in the dramatic sense. Ruined in the way shoes get ruined in Michigan, which is slowly and then all at once. The seventh is a par three that plays over a low spot between two ridges, and after three days of rain that low spot holds water like a shallow bowl. I knew it would be wet. I stepped into it anyway because the alternative was a twenty-yard detour around the cart path, and I have never been the kind of golfer who takes the cart path when there&amp;rsquo;s a straight line available.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>