CERTAINLY I have reason to let myself brag that I was “close” to Mr. Sy for 60 awesome years, or something like that. His shoes were part of my education, all those black Mary Janes (among other chunky styles) that were part of my school uniform, from the first pair my mother bought for me at his Carriedo store, up to the time I finished college and beyond, when I was finally free to wear other colors on my feet and l-o-n-g before the thought of a mall entered the periphery of his vision. Then again, who knew what he was dreaming of even then?
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