It’s Saints Crispin and Crispinian Day.
They are the patron saints of cobblers, tanners and leather workers.
So remember, if you’re walking through the West Village this morning and come upon a gimlet-eyed Leather Daddy walking his ‘boy‘ home on a leash, wish them a Happy St. Crispin’s Day!
Times were hard, it’s 1415 – the only way to tell who the king was in England was looking for the person with the least amount of crap on him. The wastrel son of a usurping King led a ragtag army into another sovereign nation on this date.
After giving a stirring speech, the outnumbered army beats the far superior and well fortified army and wins the decisive Battle of Agincourt on this day. More than one hundred years later, either William Shakespeare or a bunch of other people wrote a slew of Henry plays
And so it goes
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