I have a terrific shoemaker on Lexington Avenue between 92 and 93. He is Italian and his shop is covered with pictures of him and his family.
Sometimes when I pick up my shoes he gives me chocolates.
Fairly often he sells me shoe trees.
I have plenty of shoe trees but I have also plenty of shoes, and each shoe deserves its own shoe tree, according to my shoemaker.
Today I planned to visit him but because of a cabby strike I postponed the visit.

(N.B. Regarding the cabby strike, an entertaining comment in the newspaper : 'Ed Ott, the executive director of the New York City Central Labor Council, an A.F.L.-C.I.O. umbrella group for the city’s unions, joined her at a news conference and said the strike was effective.

“If you can’t tell the difference between yesterday at Penn Station,” he said, “and today, you’re blind or you’re a tourist.”')