|All dressed up for a day at the park|
|My parents, Mort and Maxine|
She called my father. This was an emergency. She could not spend the day tottering around on these shoes...she looked drunk...what would people think! Finally, my father said he would drive the half hour back to the house and get her the matching shoe.
(He was a saint)
|Taken on a Trip out West|
After an hour Maxine was wondering what was taking him so long. She had not been able to concentrate because of her shoe problem. Someone had suggested taking them off! Can you imagine that! That was not proper office etiquette. The phone rang, my father had arrived, but needed mother to come down to get her shoe because he was parked in a loading zone. (She worked in a tall office building...so took the elevator.) She hobbled outside and saw my dad leaning against the car with a silly grin on his face.