I remember in the Italian neighborhood in the Bronx where I grew up a guy would come around with his little cart to sharpen all your knives and scissors, mom would gather up everything along with $2.00 and tell me to get them all sharpened. I looked like Edward Scissorhands running down the street.

And then the jingle of the bells from the Good Humor ice cream truck....."Mom, throw down a quarter....Hurry !!!!!!

My brother flew control line and I thought that was the COOLEST thing......

Ken