We are shoemakers, as our father was, and his father before him. It's in our blood. We have known it our entire lives. I still remember when my dad first took us to visit the factory - the sound of whirring sewing machines, and smacks of hammers filled the air while men and women carefully packaged the polished shoes into their new green boxes. The auditory experience of shoemaking is one we enjoy sharing; these are the sounds of shoemaking.