It finally happened. They just wore out. I’ve been wearing my dad’s black dress shoes since he died more than a decade ago on June 11, 2001. I kept polishing them, putting new laces in them, and wearing them when dress shoes were in order. But, this past week, they just started to fall apart. The leather was worn out, and the soles were beyond repair. Yet, every time I put them on, I thought of my dad. I remembered how he lived and what...
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