Bernie,
The first time I met my husband he was wearing white shoes and my two sisters
laughed at him as Dad hustled them out the back kitchen door.
So, the poem truly resonated with me.
I kept thinking
sliipped into white shoes
as I tend to think of pugtting "on" a coat, jacket, pants, but not shoes. Probably my own
take on the whole phrase. Love the contrast and the memorable feel.