July 1973 finds us in front of somebodies grave marker.
I can't remember whose it was or where it was.
We looked thrilled to be there though.
I did notice something while zooming in and around trying to read the tombstone.
I noticed Brett and I's sandals.
I don't really remember wearing these.
I do remember that they had tread on the bottom that reminded us of tire tread which made us think we could run as fast as a car.
Which we could as long as that car was going pretty slow.
The reason I remember these sandals is because I remember loosing one of them.
We were coming back home form one of our many trips to Kentucky, or as Dad calls it "The Promised Land", and we had stopped to eat at King Fish.
King Fish was a usual stop for us because it was on the bank of the Ohio River, it looked cool and was about halfway home.
King Fish looked like a steam boat. It even had a moat around it that made it look like it was a floating restaurant.
We never went inside to eat because it cost more and it was too fancy for sweaty, sleepy kids.
We had just gotten back on the main road and I was doing a shoe count and noticed that I had only made it back into the station wagon with one sandal.
I hoped that I was wrong and that it was one of Brett's that were missing but he had both of his his on.
Dad reminded me how much they cost and that I hadn't had them that long and I cried all the way home because I lost it.
It always bothered me that I lost it.
Until King Fish restaurant moved across the river to the Indiana side I would always look for that lost sandal in their parking lot.
I always imagined some kid walking around Louisville wearing my sandal wishing I would come back and lose the other one.