And shoe glue. Strong memory triggers. Good memories of my grandma and grandpa Byrns working in their shoe repair shop in Federal Way, Washington. I think it was called Century City Shoe Repair. My grandpa wearing a blue apron or smock. The sound of hammering, polishing, sewing. The gum ball machine in the front of the store. The dry cleaner next door.
I loved going to the shoe repair store. My grandpa died in 1986, so it has been more than 20 years since I was there. I remember it well though, and the smell of shoe polish always brings it back.
I don't know why I thought of that this morning. I didn't have the shoe polish out!
