Bright Raven
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My son is getting married in Indianapolis Friday afternoon. I have dressed up twice in the last 7 years - mom and dad's funerals. I was looking for my dress shoes. When I looked at the black pair of shoes, I thought how old and out of style they were. Then I thought of dad's old black dress shoes. The last time my dad dressed up, we were going to Uncle Joe's funeral (his last brother who died at 94 years old, dad was the youngest of 11 siblings). Dad's shoes were ancient. He had polished them so many times, there was black layers of crusty polish flaking off. I ask dad how old they were. He said they were over 30 years old. The fronts were cracked. The insides were warped. He said "heII, I only wear them once a year. I dam shore ain't gonna buy something no more useful than that." I laughed, mom laughed and he laughed.