A woodworker I served my apprenticeship with sat down for his lunch with the other men. They talked over their lunch as they sat on wooden stools around the bandsaw. I listened and watched and the woodworker took a knife from his pocket, a bobbin of cotton string and a needle from a tobacco tin and then took off one of his shoes. He traced the point of the knife around the front sole of his show onto the corner of his apron and cut the shape from the corner. By the end of the conversation he had resoled his show. No one said anything. Those days are gone. No one wears leather aprons nor leather soled shoes. Most people don’t sew leather and wear Nike shoes. I liked it when men did things like that.