I have a habit of taking my dad's clothes for one reason or another. I definitely have his raincoat, a vest, a watch, and some other little things. But the thing that I treasure above all else that I've nabbed from my dad is his pair of cap toe dress shoes. They're a beautiful pair of Bally lace-ups that exude high quality and clean lines, but that's not the reason why I'm so attached to them. You see, because of the Korean war, my family doesn't really have any heirlooms. The farthest back that any of my possessions go is my grandfather's, and those are few and far between. So anything that is to be passed down starts with my dad, and whatever he gives to me. These shoes, if taken care of, will outlast my dad as well as myself. And it's through something as seemingly random as a pair of shoes that will give me a connection to him when I am old and grey, and he has already passed on.