Submitted by Kim Schwartz.
At our second Thanksgiving at Bailey Manor, one of Rob’s friends was our guest Chef. As he was making us a fabulous Southr’n feast, I was free to spend time pampering one of our residents. We had finished a shower and warm foot soak and she was enjoying a cup of coffee and a snack. Earlier, I had removed my sandals, to keep them from getting wet in the new shower, and tucked them under the kitchen counter. After cleaning up the bathroom, I returned to put them back on to find them… missing! When it was time for dinner, we each escorted one of the ladies to the dining room, and as one of our ladies shuffled by, Marti asks….”What does she have on her feet?” My sandals!