When I was four, I remember trying on my dad’s shoes; they swallowed my ankles. When I attempted to walk across the room I tipped over like an unbalanced umbrella. He picked me up. I learned two things that day.
1. If I tumbled, he was there, and
2. Never walk in his shoes but instead admire the man who wears them.
Shoes were a big part of his life.
I remem…
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