My mom found it by accident in my dad’s drawer. She was too embarrassed to ask him what it was…

was a small piece of everyday life from years ago.

Then my mother remembered.

My grandfather had used one almost every Sunday morning.

He would sit on the edge of the bed, already dressed for church, with his polished shoes on the floor in front of him. My father, still a boy then, would watch him slide that metal piece into the back of each shoe. It continue reading …