My name is Mason Carter. For more than 40 years, I ran a small leather workshop in what folks around here still call the old part of town. Belts, wallets, bags all made by hand, one piece at a time. That shop was my second home, and leatherwork was more than a trade. It was who I was.
I started young, back when a man was expected to work with his hands and take pride in it. My father repaired saddles and farm gear in rural Pennsylvania. This was the 1970s, when "Made in USA" was a badge of honor, not a rarity.
He'd say that to me every time I got impatient with a piece. "Build it strong enough to outlive you, son." Those words stuck with me through everything that came after.
At 17, I made my first messenger bag. It was rough around the edges, but it held together. That lit a fire in me that never went out, not through four decades of long days and aching backs.