We have one of those old school guys with a cart that comes through our neighborhood once a year...usually around Memeorial Day. It's great to see this old timer come around plying his trade. It helps gives the neighborhood that old tyme community feeling I remember as a child. The last time I had my knives sharpened by this guy, I resolved to never do it again, though. The old geezer must have lost his touch or something, because the four knives I had him sharpen seemed marginally sharper for a short time, but did not hold their edge. From now on, I will take my knives to Northwestern Cutlery for sharpening.
Steve Z.
“Only the pure in heart can make a good soup.”
― Ludwig van Beethoven