Originally Posted by
PaulKidd
As a kid in Chicago, we used to see an old guy pushing one of these, all over
town, whenever there was no snow on the ground:
The old guy hardly spoke English. He walked with a limp, and there was a bell
attached to the wheels. We could hear him coming a couple of blocks away,
and we'd run home to tell Mom that "The Scissor Man" was coming.
He sharpened knives, scissors, chisels...anything with an edge...all on that one
big wheel. He also repaired umbrellas. One spring in the fifties, he didn't come
around. Never saw him again after that. Never seen anything like it since.