When I was about 10 and my brother was 8, we were fascinated by my Dad’s wooden shoe shine kit. We liked everything about it, the paste, the brushes, the saddle soap, the special polishing rags, the compartments and the place on top where a person could rest their shoe as it was being worked on. One Saturday, after dinner, we asked my dad if we could polish his shoes before he and my mom went out. He said, Okay, so we set about doing it the way we had seen him do it many times before. He was very impressed and gave each of us a quarter (a small...