At the last minute, I decided to put on my blue suede shoes with my suit tonight. I was heading out the door for our school’s commencement exercises. I surprised even myself by my attentiveness toward a detail as trivial as my feet.
My wife was a little jolted, too.
Shoes are the last thing I notice about a person. I’m more prone to notice tired eyes or at least bright turquoise earrings. But sitting in the gymnasium tonight, I couldn’t help but consider, at least symbolically, the shoes of my former students, including those from years ago who were sitting in the audience. Continue reading