I remember once going to pick up a girlfriend - she was running late - leaving me to carry on in a conversation with her mother - on her living room couch.
The lady had lost her husband in a Braniff airplane crash when I was in junior high [1960’s].
My grandfather, also died in a Braniff private plane crash [Tom Braniff’s duck-hunting trip with local civic leaders from Dallas, and Shreveport, LA. In 1954].
Even though that was more than a decade before – the girl – her mother, and I, all were all linked in common tragedies unspoken of between us.
This mother had to raise 3 girls, and a son, on her own. Although a short woman - she was a swell bit strict, and intimidating! She expected her children to maintain certain standards…
As we sat and talked - I could see she had a, “resigned look about 'this boy,'” getting ready to take her daughter out into the public arena. I was feeling a bit odd by her unspoken behavior.
Then, I glanced down to the floor - and to my horror - I was wearing two completely different shoes!!! I had tried one each of two different pair of shoes getting dressed – back at home.
I was trying to decide which pair I'd wear that night, and somehow, I became distracted - and never re-matched my soles.
Had I been caught by my friends in this oversight - it would have been a good laugh. In this case though, I felt for certain - eternally forlorn. This never happened to me again.