Thanks for this post, Pat. It brings up memories of the bakery and ice cream trucks in my hometown neighborhood, and the tinker who would show up once a year or so to mend our pots and pans and sharpen our knives.
Thanks Kate! I forgot about the little red knife sharpening truck with the grinder wheel in back and two sleeping dogs in the front. The man knew more intimate under the table history of Brooklyn restaurants and neighborhoods. Miss hanging out with him. My knives haven't been sharpened since.
Thanks for this post, Pat. It brings up memories of the bakery and ice cream trucks in my hometown neighborhood, and the tinker who would show up once a year or so to mend our pots and pans and sharpen our knives.
Thanks Kate! I forgot about the little red knife sharpening truck with the grinder wheel in back and two sleeping dogs in the front. The man knew more intimate under the table history of Brooklyn restaurants and neighborhoods. Miss hanging out with him. My knives haven't been sharpened since.
Oh the stories! What a book that would have been.
Right??