Someone I met today does alterations.

He has a small office on the second floor of an old building. As you walk up, you can see the white paint has decayed, and his office is filled with old tools cabinets that have slowly started to rust.

The office itself is cramped, and its windows overlook a busy street. Even then, the office is quiet, with the soft radio playing in the background. Nothing in the room is modern, and I can tell he prefers it that way. He's quiet, after all. We've met a few times, exchanging no more than a few words to get what I wanted. One time, he was listening to the radio quietly... Though it seemed like he was lost in though. This time, he was sitting quietly sewing.

Each time I visit, I'm impressed by his work ethic, and also curious about his existence. Does he have someone to go home to? Where is home? What does he do at home? What will happen when he's gone?

Sometimes I wonder when people die who will take their place. I mean you'll always need something like alterations, but not a lot of younger people do it... So who then?