tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357864507586156598.post4189493105283323248..comments2023-10-30T08:37:39.563-04:00Comments on "My Tears Spoiled My Aim" . . . A Southerner in NYC: More from the Family ArchivesBrianChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17474333393989390643noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357864507586156598.post-12775647048846850752007-07-09T23:21:00.000-04:002007-07-09T23:21:00.000-04:00My lands, you were cute! I noticed the white hard-...My lands, you were cute! I noticed the white hard-soled shoes that were a mainstay when we were little and yet you so rarely see them anymore. It's a wonder our kids can walk right... The downside to those shoes, aside from polishing them (with Sani-White) on Saturday nights in time for church on Sunday was this- holding a child on your lap wearing said shoes, would inevitably involve some squirming by said child. Which would inevitably result in having your inner thigh tramped upon by those hard, hard soles. I'm talking some serious pain...One Wink at a Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00376243777796535015noreply@blogger.com