Excerpt from A Journal for Jordan
Your dad wanted so badly for you to know him that he revealed himself in the journal in a way he rarely did in person. He told you things about himself that I never knew. He wrote that he wanted to see the Great Wall of China and to take guitar lessons. He went into detail about his love of art, his religious faith, and his childhood in Cleveland. I laughed as I pictured my soldier wearing stack-heeled shoes and bell-bottom pants in junior high school.
My favorite stack-heeled shoes were bought from a shoe store called Thom McCann. They were black patent leather with a suede heel. Now Grandma King would always say stack-heeled shoes were no good for your back. I guess I had to learn the hard way. I was walking downtown and glanced over at my reflection in a department store window. I was walking hunched like an old man. I had to throw them away.