Saturday, October 25, 2003
 
This could be my first posting. I've been known by our gracious host as "his cobbler," and indeed I practice the gentle craft of shoe repairing as my livelihood. This may or may not prove interesting in the future . . . but there is a great diversity of customers walking through the door of my shop. On one particular hot summer day a few years ago, I had to fix the shoes of a billionaire, the late Harry Quadracci. He needed soles and heels on his Bally loafers. An hour or so later, in walks a very disheveled and disoriented homeless man. He asked me to remove a nail inside his boot, painfully sticking up under his big toe. He was wearing the boots without socks, and I had to reach way into that dank and terrible boot to relieve his pain. No charge. At the end of the day I considered myself to be quite fortunate. All walks of life, from the wealthiest to the poorest, come into the shop . . . . and I get to serve them all.


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