Last Updated on April 3, 2014 by Roff Graves

I miss the poor Mexican kids in the alley behind our former gallery. I will never forget the boy, about 12, whose shoes were so worn out that they were wrapped on his feet with duct tape, but even more, I will never forget the lady in Burton’s Shoe Store who unwrapped his feet, with tears in her eyes. I bought him a pair of shoes and the shoe store owner gave him a pair of sandals.–probably more shoes than he had ever had at one time.-olRoff

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