He taught me how to shine my shoes and that cordovan is a color. At the time, he also kitted me out with a shoe valet, a horsehair brush, a few tins of waxy polish, a dauber brush, and a buffing rag, all of which were at least several years older than I was. It is a substantial sadness that I no longer have that kit. It spoke of an older, more proper age. His workshop tools did the same, many of which had belonged to his father.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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