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Theodore Iacobuzio's avatar

My grandfather, the finest man I have ever known, was a tailor. When we we all lived in Brooklyn he would Saturdays take the subway up to Grand Street in Manhattan hunting for treasures. Once he bought the remains of a bolt of khaki and made a summer-weight suit for me. I was four. The purchase completed he would go over to Mulberry Street and dine alone at Luna. Say 1958. He had a pedal Singer sewing machine which, I believe, my cousin still possesses.

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Austin Hunt's avatar

Ooh Rod, can you write something contrasting technology (particularly digital) with craftsmanship (as you describe here).

One destroys image of God. The other provides the setting for expressing the Image of God.

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