The hum of rubber on road provided a background of white noise for Fred Khattar as he worked.
He looked up from his Adler sewing machine and outside, the dim but piercing light reflected in his 83-year-old eyes. He looked at his watch. He had a dentist appointment in an hour, across the river in Morton. He would have to leave soon, but for now, there was work to do.
“If you only do shoes you die hungry,” he said. “Shoes are not enough. You have to do everything, yes sir.”