My dad did not have any of this fancy shoe polishing technology but he did have (and I guarantee it is still somewhere in that house) a little stepstool/box gimmick in which he kept his rags and shammies and polishes. Every Sunday he would bring it and all of his Salesman Shoes out to the living room and polish those babies up while watching Wide World of Sports or basketball or boxing or whatever Charles Bronson or Al Pacino movie was on.














