While not exactly the most rock star of footwear, the duck boots are a pragmatic and laudable decision by Mickey: you take care of your feet and your feet’ll take care of you, as Mickey never said. The fact that they don’t have little Stealies monogrammed onto them is surprising.
We can also see from Joan Baez’s boots that weather might have been a concern that day, so it’s lucky that Garcia slipped on the same globs of brown leather he’s been wearing every single day for three years.
Also, you’ve heard of Bitchy Resting Face? Joan Baez has Bitchy Smiling Face; inside her skull, she is screaming silently over the fact that Garcia is smoking in her house. And right before the picture, she made them hide their doobies because one must keep up one’s image, dontcha know. In fact, this entire afternoon played out like a Marx Brothers routine and she was Margaret Dumont.
Or is this Mickey’s house? Wouldn’t you agree that Joan Baez has a real firm “no shoes in the house” policy? Right? That shit gets enforced: Joan Baez will cut you.
It can’t be Garcia’s place: judging from the flannel and general air of malaise and hygienic malfeasance, this would be the period that Garcia lived in his dealer’s basement.
Y’think Mickey ever porked Joan Baez on that hammock-chair thing?
Couldn’t help yourself, could you?