If you want to know one business that’s taken a licking, it’s the shoeshine biz. I took this street photo last year in NYC. After talking with the guy on 42nd Street by the New York Public Library (where there are no longer any books, if you can believe it), plus another guy at a shoe repair shop next to where I used to live (the previous owner used to accept my deliveries and kept a spare key of mine), I realized that “business casual” has not been a friend to spit-shines. So my ears perked up when I read just now that the Atlanta airport is pretty much assuring its long-time shoeshine guy gets the boot by bidding out a 190-page contract for new shoeshine services. That’s just wrong. There has to be a better way.